вдоль карла маркса - шорох - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The candle from the careless movement of the hand will fall to the floor, crack a crystal glass, bright patterns, wires will light up, a linoleum will burn, the flame will grasp the silhouette of the guitar, deceptively gently licks the vulture and jump out onto the wall. Black smoke will bring down with massive clouds, trying to break through the ceiling. And the bed will pull me off with countless blankets and pillows deep into, much deeper than the seventh floor. There will be a great nothing in my power.