Подземный Математик - Фотонный Привет - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There are three of me here in your clot of memory.

I am angry at everyone. The light runs along the tablecloth.

I hear, be patient, there are empty circles without you.

And if these are poems, then let them die in the distance.

From you, I got it. We will share the interval.

How much I spent the night without you, and it will be so.

I will put the fifth patch, I am stained and doctor

Will not help, because there is something more inside,

Than powder and dust, not a dream.

Cool, shout to yourself, leave, come on, leave.

From my eyes, hands, all these phrases lie.

And your fairy tale is cool, the annihilation of the spirit.

You put a stamp on my unfortunate sign.

Ignor letters very, I will say, the appropriate genre.

And the gaze is not to me, as if my fault and I'm tired

To be so unknown boor.

I do not need love, I do not ask for words.

But I write, not anyone, and without jokes, I'm wrong.

What was myself, but I will not be there.

You, in a crowd, but the melodies will not fall and do not drown.

He went to the bottom, in a trance. I caused a resonance.

Sorry, for any nuance, for not restraining.

I do not ask for a chance. These feelings are alive for you, and do not obey the consciousness of the mass.

I am a master anti -compliment.

And casting for your hello

I will not go, such a plot.

To the joy of the day of other ignoramuses.

And meanwhile, all this delicate captivity.

It makes me say "forget it."

I am without problems, I will survive that without rays

Warmth, and joy. And it will be a holiday every day that I am alone.

For everyone, nerd, but better isolated world.

Than to be different, empty inside, and you.

Fuck you by clicking on mute. And I'm dumb, your sound.

As usual, I will dull, in science, cutting out a dream.

Of those cold days that I can’t warm me without you.

But no, chills of your body parts, the ultimate goal.

You squeeze your palm, or that one, languid to me,

And we are drowning on the plane, where the myriads of your stars,

Let the verse subsorious, and a scream, like a whirlwind, my current runs around the veins of veins,

I did not want to disturb your emerald world.

Pain, you, like a ruby, have caught dreams, all of you, beautiful nonsense, from the very bowels, my dark abyss. Do not believe my heart. But now you will continue to remain light.