бегущий человек - бескомпромиссно из миски - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

you laconically lap up from the bowl of emptiness the emptiness that is more important, leaving the unnecessary vacuum aside, and I group the chaos of thoughts in my shaved head, I go to the light, escaping from the clutches of the hissing darkness, not in acid, because you hope you see me not in the optics of the sight, be polite if the hallucination behaves like a bitch, not like write in a trip report, friends from the stream, decl goes in pairs, the rest apparently sleep at tram stops while they step heavily home into bed, the final destination, having reached the pit of sleep, fall and lie down there, covered with newspaper leaves, fall away with the desire to get up, then stretch a fan of long fingers towards knowledge, but forget everything . you know how to steal a minute from me and I will yawn, tie my shoelaces, women's tongues are always woven into one knot, throw away the consolation prize, because today two can win the bet, uncompromisingly lap up yours from the bowl