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Smoke silhouettes through
Through the veil of roads
Change the landscape
Oil.Love.Van Gogh.
You are observing life
I'm watching you...
In the dance of the nets intertwined
Faces in the night surf...
Your emerald world
It'll be a bit of a pity
Rock under your heel
With a caring hand
To heaven in ten steps
On the morning of the seventh day
You can barely hear blood through the windows...
Don't follow me.............
My joy, there is no ford in the fire....
So we will learn to burn
learning to burn... learning to burn.....
Thread-like pulse burns
Pulse of the streets deja vu
Through the fear of bipedal bullets
In the city of Deja Vu
Burns like a river rope
Fingers of other people's bridges
And as easy as ever
Footsteps echo your steps
Your emerald world
Ariadne cursed everyone
And drowned himself
Words from shop windows
In deserted letters there is snow
Carriage armor
One morning for everyone...
Don't follow me...
My joy, there is no ford in the fire....
So we will learn to burn
learning to burn... learning to burn.....
Give your place to makeup
The eyes have become more frank
Violins in silent films
"This is how jazz was tempered"
And the third volume of wrinkles
Read to death
Let others dream about it
Your emerald world
Came up with that language
What I dared to say: “I love you”
To the One I Loved
And no one else
In deserted letters there is snow
Carriage armor
One morning for everyone...
Don't follow me...
My joy, there is no ford in the fire....
So we will learn to burn
learning to burn... learning to burn.....