бульдозер - петли черной ленты
текст песни

Days and numbers poured
Lending to the leaves of the role
Instead of road salt
The organisms corroded
Once upon a time there was a clean
Lived and rested soon
Someone will die from grief
And he only takes off the brushes

In the loop of black tape
The corners are striving to wrap up
Like a blade of grass
Like the final, but not at the end of the game

Hope whispers in thought
What is the horizon of the sea
Behind the wall in a family quarrel
Someone was deprived of life
The ray is not handwritten
The rain is not man -made
Rainbow of the color of porn
Consciousness like Disney

In the loop of black tape
The corners are striving to wrap up
Like a blade of grass
Like the final, but not at the end of the game