Lyrics Plastika - Джим Моррисон
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ДЖИМ МОРИССОН.
Стой, прохожий,
Твой след ложный.
Ты – податливое мясо в лезвиях.
Кровь – роскошный бархат,
Ложе.
И в будуарах желчи спит мечта моя.
Ты себя изобретаешь.
И загораживаешь небо – всё не то.
Ты, как книгу мир листаешь,
И превращаешь неба камни в золото.
Джим Мориссон,
Джим Мориссон,
Из всех твоих стихотворений свил лассо.
Джим Мориссон,
Джим Мориссон,
И самолеты новостей согнули в колесо.
Были бы спицы,
Небо искрится.
Чьи это лица?
Чьи коалиции?
Jim Morissson.
Stretch,
Your footprint is false.
You are a pliable meat in the blades.
Blood - Luxurious velvet,
Bed.
And in the bile of bile sleeps my dream.
You invent yourself.
And sunburn the sky - everything is not that.
You, as the book of the world brighten,
And turn the sky stones into gold.
Jim Morissson,
Jim Morissson,
Of all your poems, Sil Lasso poems.
Jim Morissson,
Jim Morissson,
And news planes bent into the wheel.
Would the needles
Sky sparkles.
Whose faces are it?
Whose coalitions?
Stretch,
Your footprint is false.
You are a pliable meat in the blades.
Blood - Luxurious velvet,
Bed.
And in the bile of bile sleeps my dream.
You invent yourself.
And sunburn the sky - everything is not that.
You, as the book of the world brighten,
And turn the sky stones into gold.
Jim Morissson,
Jim Morissson,
Of all your poems, Sil Lasso poems.
Jim Morissson,
Jim Morissson,
And news planes bent into the wheel.
Would the needles
Sky sparkles.
Whose faces are it?
Whose coalitions?