atramentaria - дорога - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Dull lamp in a trembling brush. The faded horizon flashes away. Behind him the gold bars of truths, the cornerstone and what you are looking for with him. Breath breaks. You caught the dust of the roads trotted by you. Everyone spoke "Come on," and you could not. Did not work out. You are drip in your experiences, drowning only by a cigarette haze. The separation feature is a dotted line of heartbeat and frank, from which ideas will not appear. And other people from them will not have ideas.

Walking, you don't turn around the main thing, there were a lot of unnecessary monuments, false clay gods. And behind the back all the same frequency from the opinions, pleuts of polishing and reflections on what was not able yet. I could not accomplish, desire to take out and put it on a tablecloth for the preparation and lay out from there only "nothing."

Penetration of your soul and standing on the knees, you remember your thoughts. They grew up with you. And on the court they will be announced guilty, and even though you are crazy, but to sit in a single chamber road in a circle of a few books. From traveling the face to all forget ... Do not remember without the mirror, as you look.

So many years old and so many winters, we are waiting, always silent and thinks to us that our thoughts dissolve for each intersection. Carte blanche. You make a sneaker. Give a chance. Fate cripples. Screaming a black bird. Groma rolled. Glitter Zarnish.

Empire of a pocket Mirka for a person, where everyone should go to his expensive, let his step and make up the same type of teachings. Where they are taught only to kill is always considered bad. And to die normal.

Your age has a short, already few days left now. And only retaining the soul of a fragment, you will not find the fate of the relatives.