Текст песни ИН ЗЕ КИТЧЕН - поэтам

tailors its body over the years
the poet is a good tailor.
eyes are the color of sulfur
the tongue is like an old suit

grow to us (you), yes to be like peaks
Yes, just kick everything, but peas.
the wall is strong not to overpower.
try to cross this bridge

there would be wings flying
the window is like a broken network
Yes, but no body wings
the poet sprinkles his body

he sprinkles his body in the bathroom
water flows down from the tile.
the phone beeps
another may go nowhere

there were attempts to learn
cramped together.
deceived young faces
cold, insidious word

where did the roads lead us?
should lead only forward.
stuck, hung, froze
and see how the world melts

poets, your poems in blood
verses are the souls of potassium.
guitar weapons to battle
and who says I do not understand