Александр Цыцеров - Режь
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How much truth don't tell me
Like ships on the way
Where it will pop up
Mina of a thin lie
Your legs are your feet

On the thin glass go
And to the shore of that
And when the ice cracked
Lies fall deeper

Like in the afterlife
But I just do not see reflection
Your own. Goodbye if not he
Forgive me.
Do not feel stiffness
Feel relaxation
No no…
There is no landing

Your legs are your feet
On the thin glass go
And when the ice cracked
Lies fall deeper

Cut
Cut
Cut
Cut
On the stripes
In pieces,
On the lines
Separate pieces

Cut
Cut
Cut
Cut
His hands
To find salvation
do not be at the bottom
Cut the hands on the mirror

Your legs are your feet
On the thin glass go
And when the ice cracked
Lie...