слепой эстет - викс вондер - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

It was removed from two existing dialogues.

No longer required payment of taxes in the form of words with a question "today at least slept?".

Not. Already the weeks fly somewhere for the eyes.

Already no sense to join the remnants,

Although thumbnailing sugar in tea past the cups do not want.

It is not scary.

Now under droppers with eyes open open.

I probably let you be allowed inside, because it hits the cold ...

That boom winter when they realized that not to see.

But nothing surprising, because it is stable for many people who keep feelings.

But the folder is still in the digital universe.

Sealed for password in fifty numbers.

She will go underground with me.

It will be in my arms in the Wall Cabs of Morga.

Too strictly taken away to the coming happiness and collapsed it by the future.

I will be your drunken boy, and you are my Vix-Equer.

Let's not know each other in a new way.

Invent a fairy tale "Nothing" in Built "Nowhere".

I will go in front, waiting for a shot in the back ...

But you will be more pleasant to torment, right?

More pleasant than just kill, like a lame dinner.

No, do not think.

I'm not crazy, just a slightly resistance to you slips.

Too legs to the brain, floating in the brain.

Lines that could die, laughing, from the survey.

About where the curtains moved so that the surroundings did not see our paradise,

Where we total anesthesia ...

Where it was not worth getting rid of the blood-carrying pain along with alcohol.

Where Nicotine did not kill her look at each other, and killed evenly from the inside.

Where we got to the mel, waiting at the train station.

While Gasli in the galaxies of our stars.

While I was your Kotikom,

For whom it was a drug ...

But the folder is still sealed for the digital universe,

Over the password in fifty numbers ...

But crying for one reason:

Too strictly taken to the coming happiness ...

I will never become your drunken boy,

And you will not be my Vikov Vorder,

But still please, let's sleep in a new way, as if not knowing each other.

I will come up again a fairy tale "Nothing in the already destroyed" Nowhere ",

I do not consider you a cunning.

I will not wait for the shot in the back,

I will expect the expectation of your cigarettes about my skin blue.

The dream is cherished, please

Be my Vix-Equerman

Let's go on a new touch, as if not knowing each other.

I will come up again a fairy tale "Nothing in the already destroyed" Nowhere ",

The incision of one universe, in order to create two.

I do not regret the perfect thing,

Where almost took convulsion

After all, maybe would die, following me ...

And they saw at least in the theme.

Would be "mutualization"

Continuous intoxication.

Constant history, where I am your drunken boy, and you are my Vix-waterner.

And it would be in the singing of corrosive brain songs Render recording ...

In the meantime ...

I leave the blots and pathetic inscriptions in the notebook and document text, in that folder cherished, setting in view of the purchased ticket ...

What a disgusting verse, God.

I will print you your "Love Testament"

And on it we will live in our destroyed "nowhere".

Be my Vix-water, native.

BE MINE...