mkhmor - Фургон с корицей
текст песни

Injuries of torn loops distorted pixels

Mixer Mata swept off

Intermediate stage of fateful errors

Dead look and throwing old records

The survivor of the breath is lost pulse

Let me suffocate from lumps in blood

I am constantly typing but no room

Suffering the rebel goes to the forgotten light

Sugar powder on the lips

(Tasty)

Black and white color contouring on cheeks

Sweet taste of foam on the tongue

It doesn’t work, then trust me

Emergency of the sound of formalness of meaning

A van with cinnamon leaves for a sad strip

This is a virtual emotion fountain

Where the hands go where the diamond rings

I feel like a tattered pink dress

Or forgotten shoes in a children's closet

(Sadly)

Maybe still Perina in a burned bed

(Maybe)

Or a goblin in a black forest?

Fastenies are spilled prickly elbows

(Oh yoe)

The proprietary plan of joint plans died under the clouds

A case of a couple of eyes that cry

Promise to be a bright light among the missing

Sugar powder on the lips

(Tasty)

Black and white color contouring on cheeks

Sweet taste of foam on the tongue

It doesn’t work, then trust me

Laser wars from the truth to doubts

Having checked all positions, give up the fall

If it is destined to defeat between us

Hold on stronger with two hands