dobbro - как зовут что употреблял - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Each word is too prickly as a blow to the back of the head, the small star of the neuron in her head explodes an excellent image of a supernova - an outbreak -

retinal detachment

Vision just leaves

How the screen leaves

TV

they are beaten for 20 years on the head

And it is natural that in

They depart

Not only vision but also

brain

Hemingway had whose characters you look like

And it leaves

print

on them

I wonder what percentage of crazy

villains

and prophets among

Boxers?

There is nothing to add me

overtake constantly

A man with a prefix -

not

There was not a single additional life left

Aligned words from

outside from where this strange

The taste of reality

Sodom and Gomorrah

Salt pillars of the consumer society

only

before

Insert X or

Asterisk instead

any name

my turn

steal phrases

This endless song and trips to Kyiv Bes

broken limb and eternal experiences

Pre -defined statements and

The weather predicted

pay, horror, pay,

Each of the people

The full moon of words and dry out will pay for this

Throat, deep

Fried friends

you know I have left

Strange memory

How I go with a shame

very head

The old house that is now

resuscitation

Hospital and mine

The right leg is lame

as if between the joint and

knee cup with a frightened beast

The steel is driven

plate and nothing

It remains to be lame

Never forward

there is no way to limp forward and I pass

Through the corridors,

made of negatives

Photo bums forward or

back on me long heavy

shirt and I cannot have personal

Ships Sea

Fleas jump out of the boxes of Pandora

Children with surgical

tools,

sticking out of the heads. Uneven seams. tools

It will be possible to pick up

The next time, on

Such a road is always

You can find something. It's like flowers

germinating in

bedroom

Everyone has its own way

get away from the jack of reality of reality scatter and

Separate in separately

The head taken and

Acceleration does not pass

for nothing

I constantly return to this

The hospital gives me

what they hid there

Some part of mine

Consciousness and part I am always there

I wander the resurrection never passes

For nothing, I am doomed to sit forever

In this chair, naked

Against the industrial

Kharkov relief

There is nothing left and

It would not be worth endless circles and

Tetraramramaton are ours

requirements are long-

A long way down

Why is the reception with

Is the patients in the basement? Hundreds of mobile phones publish a nightmare symphony of the reception, random things, documents live their lives crawl from one license plate to another grandmother under clothing, consists of covers for passports and phones for which no one will ever vibrate and burst she gives me things, I almost remained a person left only get out and

The story of missing

calls as separately

The chronicle taken

dive bomber

the name of me formidable pipes

mixed with

Similar to the Vienna

Waffles are clearly objects

do not cost your valuable

attention mourned letters

Cryst of vertebrae

zero and units are formidable prophecies

performer Igor

Sklyar he sings like that

as if with his voice with his

The outcome of Komarovo

The universe is at least dematerialized and

definitely not gather

back exhaustion

It usually happens

A little less

tedious, although if at the same time not

We can eat

Return to interesting ones

The results there on

Each bed died

several hundred people and flying out of

they get in the buildings

A couple of hundred years very

A lot of hum and groans

elevators and twilight, I managed to get lost in these dungeons, I can almost make out the whisper of those who stuck in the centenary bricks has not even moved away from my small ticket to the nightmare, I will never crawl out