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текст песни

What I drove then will not return
The meaning is bending, the song is sung
Flight over the abyss. Fall into the past
A leather jacket does not save from knife
Thoughts would come back false
It's not balm, I just pierced my soul
The veins are zausa to the holes. I dug the grave
Memory trampled, set fire and threw there
I catch the moments with spinning. Knives will enter the back
Once with the past, we checked the strength
The skin color is bluish. The needle over the cotton wool
About the main thing to sing briefly, there would be a spark
On the palms of the wounds, but I'm not a turnsneck
Difficult teenager or difficult poet
Run for years, and I'm still on the spot
I'm trying to catch up with the present. Take the train
Closely among plants. Over the years old
What was heated in a spoon - flows through Vienna
Under a cold blanket, I was looking for the remaining heat
Lousy affairs, to which he would not know
Not good all these inconsistencies in words
Come in without knocking, the guard fell asleep behind the watch
I chose two of one, they are one of the two
Thought his head, but listened to rumors
Where does this space tram lead the driver?
Dreams do not come true. "Pour, comrade."
The janitor will hit a drunken body with a broom
The conversation is not on the topic. All chances are lost
Purely in the autumn: Siga, balcony, cough
New jeans will touch the bench painted
High humidity. Lick the naked wire
Hot girls, in such cold rooms
From the deflection, they stuck in concrete slabs
I dug into people, but there is wise - covered
I don't get used to such steep turns
Everything slowly comes to an end, you see, here it is