СЕКРЕТЫ ВЗЛОМА ПЧЁЛ - Стены
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My walls are alive
I found out this secret
Empty conversations
I became the last creature

My walls

Maybe in his declining years
Your blurry portrait
On a dirty frying pan
Skowyrnu

I'd like to measure the depth
Roulette my guilt
And I'll dive

Is there a trace of feelings left?
Or maybe not at all
Not up to par

If they turn on my light
Then I answer him
I'll turn it off

My walls are secret
Covered with soft cloth
The floor has become the ceiling
Home has become a memory

I bought
Your own home
No doors, no windows, only the walls are covered with white rhyme

This house
This house
Without me nothing will change in him

Walls floor
Ceiling
Take care of a familiar piece for me in the bins of your thoughts

Draw
Draw
Trace the marks of my eyes with white chalk