Демонтаж характера - Вещий спутник ля-бемоль - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Three people with pedals were gathered at that evening in the garage to play something that they do not know what they did not prepare before that, something that could compensate their slave position. Behind the walls lilted rain - much and long ago. He was embarked in Firank security, his noise wall made it possible to play only for himself. And - yes! "There was still a chronist ant, who was sniffing in the corner with his heads directed to the epicenters with two antennas and impassively recorded all the sounds into himself.

To begin with, a wireless network was configured between the three neural systems using WPS technology. After a small check, they went on the way as a young crucian in the uncharted shutters. With the simple interest of Pioneer, not counting on anything.

Warm ether, swimming over the flow, no resistance - until the danger has emerged, causing the seriousness of what is happening. The threatening predator buys a piece from the common organism, swallows, bite off again. Horror, clouding overtook humility. Crucian in the sick. So there was growing up with genuine tragedy and with an unreliable faith, which is still there outside, frightened by the girl overwhelms from the corner to the corner, seeing in all danger. Everything, friend, pussy you, now you will sit quieter water below herb. This is a bake, which takes place. Pressure is changing. Here it increases, the temperature is also, and if we are carbon, it is already burning. Resins - rubberoid - coal. When there is nothing more to burn, and the temperature grows - it turns out that little that remains. Coal is activated, turns into a sponge, and the juices evaporate. This raised to the height and gradual painless design.

Our prophetic satellite la-bembol still sounds - this is a web, invisibly captured by the heroes of impassable herbs and bushes. It is only important to decide whether it was made from bushes, or it's only a spider trap. And all the calm friendly environment is the sleep of the pupa, inside which soup. He swings, someone worries, constantly checking it. Merry perfumes on two packed and poke in the side with their twisters wearing words

and cord, and cord

You get a cat in the morning

and in the morning, and in the morning

all cord

and in the morning, and in the morning

you are cord

And in the evening, and in the evening

all cord

When the journey ended - the rain was still walking just as she went. It was already dark. We remembered that all this was already passed, everything goes in a circle that does not closes, but continues.

Chaos - Pink noise - Sand - Snow - photons of light - Sound oscillations - Rain - Play for the rain. Errors are impossible. Decide, pressing the gas without a doubt, flying to any survival, disperse crash, start burning to digest, turn into coal, activated, having wondered by the clouds of his resin, nouncing in response to the still decorated corner. Life is a transformer, this is a ass and rainbow. I am going home.