Lyrics 50 дней до моего самоубийства - спасай меня

Matches were burning, they were extinguished about the wind
About your knees, forgotten in the ashes
And the hands were washed in the layers of the atmosphere
Comets falling down
It is vital that each of you
I took everything at my own expense without thinking
That he's the last
The effort to be different from them
We were led to a soapy soapy
Current blows, in the logs of hematomas
Drawing on the skin of the scars patterns
I'm falling, but do not save me, do you hear?
You feel like you are at home
People call your numbers
People fall down from rotten balconies
Education, work, personal life -
Infiltrated by your symptoms of vomiting
Poets shoot each other with words
Artists drank and became different
Talents have disappeared and become unnecessary
Thrown into the abyss of dirt and dust
For the fifth bottle for the evening you'll understand
Why can not you find a piece of tranquility
Paint mixed in the asphalt tablets -
They will not save us from palpitation
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Old boats rotted in the port
People watch TV laugh at beggars
The world these people will burn to the ground
Nervously will tremble on his ashes
Coffee with cinnamon is already in short supply
Flies try dead skin to taste
Flock of bones gnawed by a flock of primates
When you call - and I do not respond
Gigahertz screaming in an empty head
I'll give you a sign, you blame everything
You close your face in this warm blood
Flying soon border time erasing
Open your eyes, barely breathe but with phrases
In the ears Flying words - it's in a crooked handwriting
To the contents of the book - read
SAVE ME