Lyrics дети рыб - исход

We fall into the soup with gunpowder,
When we start to spit in the lights,
Finding himself in every rustle,
In the cod of the fire, while the fire is on fire
We knock the wheels of a freight train
On the rails of mountain plains,
We are originally something,
To which they are doomed.
When it will be quiet
The game with the extinct coals begins
Someone will jump into the crowds,
Hold the back of the chair,
Landing on your own silhouette,
Not seen before,
Only pay attention
For life that
One frame in the brain slipped
Around emptiness
No crowd around was not at all
It is created and remembered
Or worse run away from this
Are hidden for many years
Not noticing how much they are ephemeral
At their death water has departed
And the birth will soon have to take
Single bed
Four legs
And the back of the chair
Without special need and without reason
Hole draws the artist's hand
The dancer initially dances in it
Those who are waiting for another outcome
In a stock of all that from ten days
Take myself in hand and calm down
Fall on the bed
Catching sounds from the street
Wipe out the hope of
That everything will finally come true
And will there be enough time for all plans
Or the real becomes fiction
Then what was not pocked in your pocket
And then what will happen is not written yet
Can throw everything to hell
Dive into the fantasy world of fuzzy pictures
There no one will judge my inattention
The life of the twirl will stop the record
Without special need and without reason
Hole draws the artist's hand
The dancer initially dances in it
Those who are waiting for another outcome
In a stock of all that from ten days
Without special need and without reason
Hole draws the artist's hand
The dancer initially dances in it
Those who are waiting for another outcome
In a stock of all that from ten days