Lyrics КоТ ШрёдингерА - Закрыты В Лето Двери

Closed in summer doors
Her Shamelessness Autumn
In one underwear on stage
And demands and requests
You know everything like before.
When all the bullets are past
When any dress
To the point of impropriety is false

I'm your drunk voice
I'm your punched capsule
I'm your fallen hair
I'm snow flying to the floor
Your misunderstanding
Your mood is not
I will be my Sun
Your eternal shadow

Scored the death arrow
Yes, they forgot the wine
In the wheels of dead proteins
We know ourselves
I will tighten all wounds
I'll tie all the veins
And you can not be drunk
And smash all the walls