Лицом в Гудрон - Прорубь - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Hunger

I lower the thin, hairy legs from the bed.

I take a sitting position.

I launch the feet into frozen, soft slippers.

Ants of morning thoughts crawl under the cranial box faster and faster.

My adventure on the island of treasures is to swell with poisoning neither light, nor dawn and then a tired bug to sleep until noon, but, waking up: twitch, twitch!

My life partner: vacuum cleaner. Sub -healing, buzzing - he sucks my unpleasant passion. Soon we have a pink wedding. Ten years after all ...

Every day I invariably plan to remove a tarpaulin bag from my head and how to go out of the dusty rollers and original feces, but only tomorrow, because today it is like not time.

And sometimes I seem to be under a one and a half meter layer of river ice, in a night, colorless, boiled forest. I grab my lips with a small dick of air bubbles. There is enough oxygen, but naturally, it is impossible to ram and cheer over.

Where is the hole? Try to figure it out in this darkness ... mucous burbot would have stuck out the muzzle from there and told velvet boulders and trees made of flexible plastic -as I despise them.