найтивыход - Глаукома - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Please, if you can, do not throw a moment from my head, I like a card house, a paper ship in a glass port. I find my body on a staircase span from above and how many words are you not hiding, I still find them. I'm bad again, because I drank a lot with you in the grave of all friends, and all my relatives, but you see how you scream you, but you don't hear me, I feel the palm that my throat squeezed from the inside. While all at home, I drop out of the apartment, collect remnants of memory in parks and alleys in the center. And my Sudnesse today swim in the fog on Broadway on top of the camera, the motor, and again everything will return to the old alarm clock, and I as a guy from Cola advertising, be my freelancer, Sogray my dreams, killed, closed in dirt, ashes, blood. Vodka, morning, old words are not treated more, premature aging will give us hope for premature death, otherwise just not interesting. At rush hour I find myself an unnecessary piece of biomass, the fewer people in the car, the more safe, I am a one-time in terms of conversation, I am empty inside, I don't see any passerby, I seem to be starting like in the first one. The fools are not allowed to walk to the house calmly. You thought that everything would be fine, hello, glaucoma, hello, blindness when looking into the soul to people to others. Drawing with fingers through the air, wind labies ... I was lost among the desert, I got lost, forever coughing in a scarf. I will find me on my palms and quietly remember to yourself not to believe any other word.