Lyrics Розовые очки от Ferre - Собаки-Цыганки

[Liola]
Spitting out all the nerves on one stamp
I do not give you a chance
About the mortal life of time ...
Our eyes are shot to this darkness ...
Reliable snore date
My little finger, in varnish ...
Bite the bed
Ink fingers for weeks ...
And impressed oily hair,
In harmony ... in the pillow ... For the soul of the strip ...
On the extinct station of the fifth page
Instead of strings, someone’s eyelashes are pulled ...
Someone's eyelashes are pulled ...
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Children's matinees in full swing ...
Snowflake girls, the culprits of my fire ...
No more strings left on the gitaaar ...
Gigantic eyelids shake their bellies ...
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[Jillia]
Old corpses decorated
Innocent piles of toys
Not ... Everything is spinning, but
I'm still not new ...
Tightly fastened with a belt
Clamped with a seat and in it
I look stranded through glass linen on many ...
LIKE a mill a whole road ...
Hands-tires while they get wet there ...
The rim of my healing power is bent ...

I ... so
To the best of the world, but zero in the world ...
A grid of indifference-pore
Stretched over the speakers ... still
Only the filter of my membranes is heard ...
This bust
Incurable
And I don’t share the dogs anymore
From the curbs ...

[outro]
So the bell is the velvet of their tongues,
New seat upholstery
I’m not so white, I have washed away the box of thoughts ...
The riddle of the sixth page, colors dreams ...