октябрьское вещание - 6.66 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

on the landing I get from the sadness of the earnings,

Feelings of last winter are curling with dense sadness.

Alcohol stomach sets off under mental thoughts and talk about the pressing,

while still on land, everything is cunted and still something is missing

I don’t understand happiness yet how to regard, what is manifested in and why it is now.

It is for him to propy a ball on Monday, and I am a mission, apparently I'm blind,

While hundreds of eyes are open, mine will open after the departure of others.

Will there be those who will not regret his hands a moment before my death?

There are few of them and those same brothers.

I am still not photogenic, the main thing is that inside, look there.

The movement against the current should become a way of life,

And I need to figure out the treatment of thoughts

Gather two twig sticks together, choose between a fluorescent and incandescent lamp.

It’s not so easy to wait in the waiting room, three days ago a black cat crossed the road,

And I am calm like a dead man in a coffin and there is no fuss, as if to begin to believe in coincidences, the conditions are necessary, the accurate accident does not indicate the photosensitivity of the film

Only the correct focus from macro to infinity, the rest of the trick of the trick.

You tapping me along the alphabet Morse, mercilessly, cold, but so simple.

Without alcohol intoxication, the recording grams sound in stereo, in this case such a system is quite acceptable.

It's time to exchange moments of negativity with a friend, remove excess from the corpse,

Return back in a circle, sort out the archive of telegrams and films twenty thousand million under water, I know what you did last summer.

On the clock is midnight, it's time to look out the window and make sure that Newton does not work the second law, completed the volume of work on himself.