LOCA - Про меня - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Crooked fragments of broken dishes

Vessels cripple my life

And thoughts like birds flew out into the window

Switted snowstorms

We prayed loudly, but did not let go

But managed to get hooked on Kadilo

First poems, then round dances

At the thunderbone ...

Harsh straps cut his shoulders

The psyche could not stand whispers

Cries, shouts about the cheap

Give me a chance to survive this mate

Friends turn into chairs and walls

And so the veins are strained

And the mind clings to the howl of sirens

A chance to survive this droop!

The doctor laughs

Standing at the mind of the gate

Everything that leaves will turn around

Everything that returns will leave

Forgotten dreams, million photos

Which I threw in FIG

Burst all the strings, clogged in the closet

Like a fly in a glass

Like a bullet in the nagan of dashing nineties

What wants to break through the bodies of the crust

And the echo hung in the left temporal

Freud is simple ...

Freud is simple ...

Cruel straps cut their shoulders

The psyche could not stand whispers

Cries, shouts about the cheap

Give me a chance to survive this mate

Friends turn into chairs and walls

And so the veins are strained

And the mind clings to the cry of the universe

A chance to survive this droop!

The angel laughs

Standing at the mind of the gate

Everything that leaves will turn around

Everything that returns will leave

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Kadilo - initially in Judaism, one of the sacred vessels of the tabernacle and the temple, consumed for smoking of phamiam in especially solemn cases.