Lyrics Антон Гуфи - Ловец снов

Hello surprise:
So ridiculous - I was hit by an ambulance that crawled to save.
They survived ... sirens mimic the candles and began to fade away.
Two reasons for solitude to get drunk
Without consonant thoughts to be healed, everyone ran to forget.

I can’t say how atmospheric pressure breaks bones painfully.
Or it’s not atmospheric pressure at all, but emotion touched by coal.
To this ... which is pathetic ... wrapped in a purple shirt,
That now I would give everything for a clean sheet and a cup of coffee.

Do you know? And I managed to lose my mind, about a day,
Counting to minus one hundred, wallowing stained with dreams at a doghouse.
Exhaling through openings from the knife in the rooftop gone.
I swear in the same way, but quieter, on floors that way five higher.

But my sickest imagination woke up
Means of: dizziness, burning eyes. Advance.
Something else I really wanted to hear about the direction,
It's like getting away from your own heartbeat.

Time: seven forty three, it seems to be morning (darkened in my eyes).
I can’t move, everything is bold and quickly numb.
Following the confused words - by far the most important,
Lumps of snow (but too paper) will carry them with them.

It smelled of summer, but in fact ... it seems that autumn has come,
And the clock came somewhere else for about seven or eight minutes.
And my hysteria, bypassing all the epilogues, reaches its climax,
Leads me somewhere far away, leads me faster.

Okay. I spend the night at the station ... or maybe ... at the hospital.
Leaving a will after the coffee on the page, with words in a string.
Where: outside the window, winter includes signs of a cold,
Ahhh ... for sure, outside the window is summer ... or autumn ... or bullying of spiritual amplitude.

Along the way, I tried to write a book where no one is to blame,
But the motive was rather weak, only a couple of tenths of a kilowatt.
For some reason, it turned out to be much more than necessary,
And now they handed over what is not a reward - an ordinary dyad.

But nobody likes to read boring books, right?
Especially if some eccentric tries to write the ending.
Tell me, why does something catch everyone strongly? Almost shivering
To goosebumps, to the cries of passers-by, to completely different ...

By evening, it started to rain, everything settled down a little, but not in a glass.
The mind is still in a fog, the screensaver is familiar on the screen, a mistake in the plan.
Some movie helped to sleep. The dreamcatcher managed, did his job.
For the first time, it was a little inept, but I woke up without being circled in chalk.