Поэт - Извините, но мест больше нет.
текст песни

And now unfold and go out
You are not here at all
Well, let's burst out, whik
Stink, swallow air
not a hero, but I would like to be them
You stand delayed will
With the world of concise knitting events
and without them you are essentially zolik
hurt, yes? Already under the breast colitis
It was good to be blind
All my life I built my house
From you there will remain dust
Heart velvet made by moth
Truchley oak in the Dead Garden
Children fed with love
Wish to burn in hell
every day the previous one eats
Sometimes you think I feel
divide with someone joy and grief
Only satellites all on the moon
and you rush there like sick
But these are not taken to the astronauts
Tree shaft under root
In the sense of land to leave
Tomorrow you wake up in the same bed
on the pillow wet from tears
you is not the one
You're not with those again
You are in the system of artificial dreams
all knives like evil fucked
Rope ruts
and the window does not allow the charm
Grinning keeps Ukris
You can't find yourself a place
and never could never
All dream of returning to childhood
or just pull the trigger
remember my mother baked pie
And now he seems fresh
You are silent
Vyazo
On the door bell
open
At the inlet of the abyss
Dutch, viciously frost forehead
Early fear unknown
Press the correct out of music
Last straw crashed