2 градуса тепла - под одеялом
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It's like fragments from a movie mixed together
The swirling haze of a snowstorm
Among the blue specks, shadows of all shapes and sizes - no two are alike.
And not to be found
They are each other
And not to be found

And not to be found
And not to be found
They are each other
And not to be found


In the cold of days
Cotton things
I got stuck in this window
Yes, these crazy plants would hardly make me any wiser
Caps are smoldering in the unit
Shadows slowly eat the walls and roofs of buildings at sunset
The fingers of words dig under the skin
heart-to-heart conversations in a communal hut
we flew off the merry-go-round of everyday life -
Now the indoor broadcaster in me has awakened
Right here under the blanket
Just imagine
Attic Benoit p-side blue plate on the facade


It's like fragments from a movie mixed together
The swirling haze of a snowstorm
Among the blue specks, shadows of all shapes and sizes - no two are alike.
And not to be found
They are each other
And not to be found

And not to be found
And not to be found
They are each other
And not to be found


Yes, and I can’t force myself to find a muse
It became interesting to rhyme all these songs
And what about
reads this guy
One chance in a million
shoot with this material

The curved lines of the palm led me under the blanket in this room
Somehow I’m not serious, I’m already someone’s uncle
Oh come on my uncle is over thirty
Fall at the dawn of your second youth

Well, what else can we guys do?
Already running hundreds of thousands of kilometers of news feed with your thumb