Lyrics Объятиясознания - викс вондер

She retired from two existing dialogs.
No longer need to pay taxes in the form of words with the question "Did you even get some sleep today?"
Not. For weeks now they are flying somewhere behind the eyes.
There’s no sense in filling up the rest,
Although I pour sugar into tea past a cup I miss.
This is not scary.

Now I get enough sleep under the droppers with my eyes open.
I’m probably let you in, because it hits my hand with cold ...
That winter cold, when they realized that they would not see each other.
But it is not surprising, because it is stable for many people who keep feelings behind the cell.

But the folder is still in the digital universe.
Sealed with a password in fifty numbers.
She will go underground with me.
She will be in my arms in the morgue wall booths.

He was too strict about the future happiness and its collapse by the future.
I will be your drunk boy, and you will be my Vicks-Vodner.
Let's write in a new way, as if not knowing each other.
We’ll come up with a fairy tale “about nothing” in the built “nowhere”.

I will go in front, waiting for a shot in the back ...
But you will be more pleased to torment, right?
More pleasant than just killing like a lame dog.

No, don’t think about it.
I'm not crazy, just a little resistance to you is flimsy.
Fell too much, surging into the brain.

Lines that could die, laughing, from an overdose.
About where the curtains were pushed so that the environment did not see our paradise,
where are we total anesthesia ...
Where it was not necessary to get rid of the pain rushing through the blood along with alcohol.
Where nicotine did not kill each other's eyes, but killed evenly from the inside.
Where they stood aground, waiting for the train at the station.
While the stars were fading in the galaxies
While I was your "cat",
For whom was a drug ...

But that folder is still sealed behind the digital universe,
Behind that password in fifty numbers ...
But crying for one reason:
He was too strict about future happiness ...

Will never be your drunk boy
And you won’t be my Vicks Wonder,

But still I ask, let's write off again, as if not knowing each other.
We’ll come up with a fairy tale “about nothing in the already destroyed nowhere,”

I do not consider you insidious.
I won’t wait for a shot in the back,
I will expect your cigarette butts to be quenched on my skin blue.
Fulfill your cherished dream, please

Be my wicks vodner
Let's write in a new way, as if not knowing each other.
We’ll come up with a fairy tale “about nothing in the already destroyed nowhere,”

A cut of one universe in order to create two.
I do not regret the perfect act
Where I almost got a cramp
After all, maybe she would die after me ...
And they met at least in the crown of head.
Would succumb to "mutual rot"
Constant intoxication.
A constant story, where I am your drunk boy, and you are my Vicks-Vodner.
And he would go in the singing of songs that corrode the brain, a render record ...

In the meantime ...
I leave blots and miserable inscriptions in a notebook and a text document in that treasured folder, setting fire to a ticket I bought ...
What a disgusting verse, god.
I will print you my "Love Testament"
And by it we will live in our destroyed "nowhere."
BE MY VIKS-WOMAN, NATIVE.
BE MINE...