Lyrics фрустрация твоей хрущевки - чувствуя сырость

Conquering the peaks of the mountains
I'll look at the world
On a par.

Wipe the wounds at the bottom of the sea
Saturated with salt
I'll become cleaner than lakes

I'll look at myself
And for a moment
I'll be surprised
A crooked grin
In combination with a brilliance in the eyes
Not like that. It's not me, I'm looking straight.
Where longing was forgotten by me.
Where poetry is the source of life.
I'll hit my head against the glass
What would I regain my headache.
This day - perceptions change
Warehouse of mind, and music habitual hearing
On the story with emphasis.
The Tale of Kila's Death
Hitchhiking in the Crimea.
This rain, tears
Mine and not mine at the same time
I play music beating against the rocks of the waters
Tear me apart
Claw
The Voronoi.

And sleeping pills in his hand, whispering in my ear
"Be, please, me"
Please, please, stop
Please, be dead

Be.
You are welcome.
Be.

To help comes February.
Pulling me into the tavern
Napole, in turn whispers
"Burn"
Well, I do not even know what
Labyrinth - it's time to take napalm
And the poet forgot the word
Mother screams to me
In the exclamation "do not write"
I found myself.
But I forgot.
As if in one ear flew
And in another flew.
February decided to cry
And the word burn, it raises
In the progression of sound
Louder and thinner
Until I became deaf.

I'm more valuable
All the wealth of the Emirate
A glance at the stars
But not to reach
And do not realize
On sale in the market
The beggars have sold my air
This body is bottomless
But the bottom feels damp
So tell me
How much I was deprived of sleep
This ladder to the bottom - mental conclusions
The ability to remain silent for a second.
A world the size of an atom only
Inside the New World
The size
FROM
Atom

Sometimes snow falls on my hair
A sign of old age
Leaving me eaten
Inside the tornado
My image.
I was overturned
On the floor.
And I feel damp.

I
I feel
Dampness