720vozduha - Gestalt - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I touch your eyes with a look or is it a dream in the late phase? We met the sunset, dropping clothes. Sunlight goes out, and I agree. He fell on the ground only a couple of times, but both times to death.

I want to tear off my face from the underdevelopment of society or cracking hundreds of fragments. The idiots are confused by obvious events and no one sees the whole picture of what is happening. Playing life - play the box. Luck turns off unnoticed, and takes happiness to the forbidden zone, through a dream I unnecessary time, another instant, and I have taken over at the seams. In German, the concept of "gestalt" is suitable, and I put a stamp on the false beauty of unearthly cliffs and narcissistic people, as to the regions with dreams. Pieces of the lake lie on the roofs in the rain while you go in an unnecessary direction. The night replaces the day with a sunny eclipse, for lack of the rays of the sun, which is cast from the glass eyes of nine -story buildings, concealed their thirst for high. Each has something special, but I, as a designer, are not assembled.

The frames of our lives are sorted by stacks in the table of the clerk who does not even know about it. Empty newspapers reflect the sky in cloud weather. Wait, winter leaves, with a full bag of fierce frosts. Soon our salutes, salutes that will not change anything and we will remain in the snow until blue. Like a paste from a handle, drawing our fate with light cartoons, extracting

sadness in weightlessness of time. The knees are bent in the opposite direction through the walls of misunderstanding of other people's decisions unfounded. Any way is filled with obstacles, 80% of the atom is a void, fill the inverted glasses to the bottom with sparks of melting bottles of ice, with wonderful patterns. The night is blown up by the insomnia. and pirouettes with a handle in notebooks like acrobats in the circus du Salya.

Does it kill the word, not a pistol, or is it a dream in the late phase?

We met dawn, dropping clothes. Keep on Rising, and I agree. He fell on the ground only a couple of times, but both times to death.

All my mystery turned into a star in the night sky, this soullessness of faith is destroyed by a cloud of matte pupils and symbols unreadable. Yes, if you were at least twice better in strength, the two -dimensional world will make you passive, be careful! The forehead is one -sided - the path turned out to be false. My thoughts came to life with a difficult lies and everything was burned around. Only a roadside sign with the number of your happy days, plus the rustle of branches for 3000 light years from here, makes it clear that not everything is lost. The smoke is mixed with a snowstorm, against the background of rethinking actions, and penetrates the lungs. Wake up in the center of the ocean in a boat in a boat. Curls develop that are woven by these letters, these lines, and we wet the view from the windows in the rain. Butifull Life will not come, so what are you waiting for? Do not stand still, do not let the flattery cloud your eyes, do not crush the brakes when the finish is so close. Fiery people go towards that they throw sparks, and everything around is drawn in Disney, this dream is so soft to the touch. I overslept more than a year - no longer. Sright faces are glued in the square, and tears on the skin. You're lying true, but wait! And later the realization that you are handing your life to scrap.

Wherever you call - busy everywhere. The shadow fell dead and you froze. And the portrait in the frame speaks with sharp words that you are pierced.