dobbro - molloko - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The janitor drinks tea from the vinegar of hopeless heads of craftsmen of handicraft artless against the apartments buried in the quadrature of the circle of apartments

Flying from the sky.

From empty windows, nothing is crushed

In all dead animals, the lower lip exposes the billion -toothely grin of death parted by the collapse of the intercontinental overpasses of views.

Kill a person and play him with torn fingers on the Caoss Dad

crushed by reflections in the subway

where half of the faces fell into the flat world

Cardboard voices in the trees from papier -mash can drink water here, we will remain forever sitting on the bench until the flower garden will heal the unconditional brightness of the color of which all men in civilian clothes are choked behind eighty thousand pupils monitor the phrase "you - milk in the throat of crumpled farewells Of all the cities, you need to die out into one

Complexity politeness

zero forty centuries

Against tropicamide, one hour twenty -one

He left - he died - he died - I’m swallowing my eyes and the end of books in strangers shows the grotesque even when the only prisoner of the cracked lips in the inter -back of the farewell hail of sobs is sober.

The roar of the engines at night groans the lumpy soul of the city and everyone around is lying with the noise of gallows of gallows about the miraculous meetings to pretend to be the standard in the premises and be anyone on the streets

spinal honesty of answers to unspoken questions to stop existing too simple

not letting go of a hand means to be two

in the pit of the universes and we will go very quickly, cutting the boulevards and the buildings where turning the moans of the station squares, the beating of the pulse of shoots from meat cells

never become old never to become old

never to be before