Sad Al Kamio - Birds
текст песни

chamber hoar now less
Long mixed with a white sheet,
We just became adults.
Now we drink ink without looking back
On vanilla bookmarks in the Camus Plague,
We are strangers in our list of affairs
For the next three thousand weeks.
The bewilder burned out
Needles with a skipper,
How can children play Salki now?
How to peel each other under the prize -winning of fugues
A raditic from a radio receiver? frequency
She modestly snapped up in the dream book on the word "fear",
No longer in the fashion of bang
With his censure of modern
Someone is touching only stories about Inferno,
About the euphoria of badness, about the colors of evil,
Baudler and mustache in mirrors, in chocolate dreams,
In the creaking of doors in the background,
The murder of Christ was planned earlier.
Time for someone means something
Then humanity is already on the distribution,
In addition to a portion of nightmares
You will get two Switlets completely free of charge,
Either squid, or lobsters, what is the meaning
In criticism of numbers when in the theater
Turned off the light, the setting of life is just a hind
There is simply nothing closer to the actors
Than the curtain of the skin of a wiped, charred wires
Birds of children and children of birds of thawing ice
Tears of widows, white mouths, red trees,
Ion -ion attorneys of vision.