Lyrics вы соглашаетесь - будь п.у. alfaro

the need that holds you by the liver
on the next gloomy evening will sew you
will insert an implant from good and Nazism
and you will be drinking water without gas
shoot cigarettes in your flight art criticism
and rot to pass off as a facet of character, vanity from the tongue
just a pen game
isolation in the maze of tea bags
there are three sides of the coin
consciousness of twenty square meters
two by two
remained nothing in nothing
staggering overnight
artisanal warmth, card of you a mole
Moscow (pass)
believe me there you have nothing to do
old whores, Caucasians and drug addicts
smelling of BLADE
dummies, hypocrites
sympathetic police officers
connoisseurs - sewers
changing desks to patterns
barter salaries
they invent telephones for telepaths
not used to you
draw posters in smelly cursed tambours
trains to the east
life back to back
life inside out
authenticity is something that can only be infused
know we are connected
strong
solid
wireless network
and everyone tirelessly wants no matter where to stare
shiny noses of dogs an indicator of human naivety
the fuses fall down, in the refraction of the lenses of glasses
you can pray to anyone and invent
international passports for consciousness without borders
look for familiar faces among minced meat
books, museums and lists
inside fleece kangaroo bags
forgotten in dirty laundry
thousands of unknown poets
write only to you
wake up!

unthinkable in the concept of you and me,
instead of wallpaper, cards and the most dear,
recognition in airports and metropolitan areas
I make the languid dark everyday creative
epithets of the world burst, poets are traumatized,
but for more
for dinners for introverts legalizing happiness without tags.
selfishness and squeals,
I'm ready to soar with her
while in taverns lapping alcohol for wages
droplets in bast shoes, in the hands of kafka and
I'm ready to put on hopelessness
everyone passes under an iron arch
blowing his nose from listings, gatherings and squats
I earned what I needed.
my two halves are half the strength of a lion
ready to sail through life with dams
without platinum avalanches, but with unnecessary folding into the drain.
my elevator is your consistency from standing to static.
my smack from reaching to prefixes and caressing
surround yourself with tips, in different views and colors
in different periods, throw out twitter - move through the maze
from a gray house to a house of light,
to be poor is delirium of pallor.
look for who we are in albums but spit
be cool, in your shabby sweater.
every minute I think and break into details
life is partial, life is secondary if you try to soar
without fucking suggestion and thoughts, instead of asking - try to achieve.
I have so many songs worth listening to together.
people-comics, everyday writing in italics.
be vital, the essence is to be stronger than the strong
choking with no upward predictions.
tambours with fools, fools in tumblers, as a gift - present
thousands will fit inside each
be thinking
be carved without the same reflexes.
be.
(music sereja easy)