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текст песни

Slotes of that October flow down the drainage
I did not notice how the leaves of the calendar fell, but you
You see how the sky dies inside permanent
Melting, and tears are dripping from the attic
On me, you do not care for a long time.
The capillaries are glass
Air masses
And right from the eyes
Packs of the Malbore Red
Have you thought everything will be so?
Aa, yes
Bullfinches died from exhaust
Your messages at night with dust
But not star, but skin remnants
We got into the artery
Small pressure
From the word sky
You and the sunset are almost equivalent
In the old boiler room again
Will play the radio
I will look at you
Only a view from behind
Hands stain
Bringing craters on sandpaper
You are my golden section
And I'm your Leonardo
But it's all in thoughts
It's all in thoughts
In fact
I'll just buy a ticket to Syzran
For you this is a happy ynd
This is the end of life for me