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The sun is like a nuclear explosion
Looks like a cigarette burn
And the smoke fills the kitchenette - we will burn.

Then other words will begin
Different hands and looks and where have you been
When I was dying in routine and dust

The sun, clinging to its hair, walks behind the house
Cold and dark.
The room is frozen, the flower in the pot has died

I want you without clothes right here
Whatever it is, no matter how everything turns
Peace, so you better get dressed.

Farewell, unforgiveness
Silence, doom
Despair, return
To where they no longer wait

Majestic shadows walk
Sliding across the mute skull
Emphasizing tantrums
Crossing out the route


There the trains go downhill
There the men refuse
Airplanes falling into crisp snow

It was all serious, serious
You hug me every other time
Better then don't hug at all

Me - on an empty stomach, through a snowstorm and fog
The backpack is full of your things
Like a squire ready through the smoke

But I’ll drag the backpack, I’ll carry it, I’ll put it down
At the threshold and a look that looks like a burn
You look so creepy, touchy-feely, we'll definitely burn.