Мэйти - Мягким па - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

On the table in front of me lies an eccentric

Dust and time sang on it.

He saw both black -handed and local

This is the best option of me known.

In it, as in the mode of a long book, eight chapters.

I am a jugler, and I am juggling, struggle,

Between, back, forward, as beloved, real or imaginary.

As for the chapters, I read them, but in one

Neither the language of the pen, nor the system is clear

In it, the pictures are only dark and black ...

And attempts to read my worthless.

I easily learned the rest of the parts

I lived even more deeply,

I squealed with the beauty of their allegories,

Inside of the war and articular categories.

There is a chapter about the white light more understandable.

The chapter was hardly more intelligible about love.

About friends, the chapter, about labor, about the nervous god, about the family. At least and probably.

There is an alien morality in them, there is a native.

Then caressing the book, then it is pinai,

I was delighted with the difficulty in an eccentric

How did he live with that junk in the attic?

Where there is the muck of principalities in the sky, clouds rotted. Here is smoothness, severity, fidelity of burning lines.

That’s why the head of the latter worries

My head is whitish, sick.

Also everyday, how to crush a bug,

The finger will squeeze the juice out of the mystery with a soft pa.

I look at him like a dog through an aviary.

Sit in my palm, a wonderful revolver.