Макулатура - В огне
текст песни

I threw a dull view from the window under the tongue of a one and a half wheels of Xanax
Sapsana
tomorrow a new life begins my second diploma in
Institute of Marriage
Until alive, not marry my brother told me for beer Vyatich my friend
Pavel mint
And he was still right a thousand times in the grave with him not
Take a partner
we all stand in line for execution someone groans someone
Kaifes from the movement
I go out to trample the new city my dreams flow through
Province Sovetia
coffee from a vegetable shawarma machine, we are lighting like in oven
We burn
We moan in alcoholic tires rack under the youth
Pop hits
Watching my world falls apart and drive sleepily
your sting
While affectionate devils are drawn along the eggs of the dumb side of the dagger
You went
There is nothing in you except beautiful packaging, you are pointless
As a printout of the landscape
But I do not have enough your comments and stupid philistine dreams
How
The conveyor tape is taken to the vent, but every second is still
Its good
I will not be, but the brilliant noir after the rain will have a street
my soul
I enter the hut without unpacking the suitcase I lie between the two
trains
My house is everywhere and nowhere wallpaper in soot they are already licking from the walls
flame languages

Each time closing the eyelids, I die and death looks at your
Eyes
hugs with your hands, I can't breathe my legs give up
I fall on the tatami
Fresh as dew your lips kiss me and I wake up from
awareness
terrible secrets, but I go out into the yard or to the platform and forget everything
Each time closing the eyelids, I die and death looks at your
Eyes
hugs with your hands, I can't breathe my legs give up
I fall on the tatami
Fresh as dew your lips kiss me and I wake up from
awareness
terrible secrets, but I go out into the yard or to the platform and all over again
I forget

I never look back as if there is someone and me
Seeing
On a long journey, I do not check the face as if between
beggars
Sharp or Fittan disappeared messages about imaginary happiness
There was nothing under the photo with me there will be no signature "with cute in
registry office "
And I fucking further to the random finale just live until
I will die
My imprint fucked on your soles give these years these
Pull out
Having scored them like bumps in paper while you are cut into this game
I am resigning who is the extreme here, let it go into my tracks
on the snow
He lived enough to understand how stupid I am how stupid
Fragile
the body breaks after jumping into the void and I need a minimum of bitches
To understand, I am a shaking, something yearns for caresses never seen
hands
to understand where I will not find the Sonderkanda
investigative groups
I clap my eyes as a doll of this just reflex, I don't call anyone
I do not need you and to take a sample swallow smoke on the platform
but I send each of my howl to your house with a postal pigeon
Having settled the fire so that the fire of these words is reflected in your eyes

Each time closing the eyelids, I die and death looks at yours
Eyes
Hugs your hands with your breath caught a downed fall
On the tatami
Fresh like dew, your lips kiss me, I wake up from
awareness
terrible secrets, but I go out into the yard or to the platform and forget everything
Each time closing the eyelids, I die and death looks at yours
Eyes
Hugs your hands with your breath caught a downed fall
On the tatami
Fresh like dew, your lips kiss me, I wake up from
awareness
terrible secrets, but I go out into the yard or to the platform and all over again
I forget