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

720vozduha:

Life is seething like from a well with a stream of glass characters, which turned to the sound of your steps on the other side of the island of unfulfilled desires and missed chances. I was amazed at the moments of different and your thoughts are dirty on my knees in a poetic form, hugging with a shadow from a tree. Life is only a rewind between moments and from winter owl to the greens of summer only one shot of memory. Draw emoticons on your porch, but positively, like the life of the creators of paintings that have gone into the drawn door, but having forgotten the keys, give the rules of life, I will teach. With expression. I will come up with a good mood and dissolve in distortions of liquid crystals in front of your eyes. The landscape outside the window froze and only occasionally people come that they blow dust off the frame, but because of the fog, their faces are not visible, and it is not clear what will happen tomorrow. But the truth only pats the right one right, with a regret gaze. This, if not sad, is very close. Time passes for millions of years in a row and it was unlikely when Nibdu goes back - the irrevocable motive of the universe. Cavalles with syllables and stresses float through my veins and discard a shadow of doubt about someone else's opinion with deviant behavior and fear in the eyes of the opponent. The discoveries of Copernicus ahead of reality exactly on the radius of the galaxy, I can’t say how much it is. Fantasy is tied to a chair in an ice room with closed shutters, where the only way to warm this spontaneous combustion

Neiisus:

Here hundreds of messages in memory will leave a trace,

And if the life of a movie, then my bad plot,

Winter will leave snow, and I will leave a bunch of letters,

The earth here is along its axis, and Nikita and I write,

Minutes will be replaced for hours, later months,

Face without smiles by, apparently the foundation is flooded,

On facial expressions, but life is not imaginary but strongly presses,

Lifts under the alarm clock often stretch for hours,

The hope of someone to become disappeared as if the sun in the night,

And I would have lived alone here, but someone is needed very much,

The affects of the affect, throws on the side of the road,

Attempts to change something partially de -energized,

Imprisoned to live, but tired in attempts,

Shakes from winter to summer with flour in excess,

Exquisite weekdays are seized and forgotten,

While I'm looking for errors with flaws here,

Yours, but you have not seen me in those thin walls,

Where am I just a lonely captive for the cold,

And so as not to cool, I burn myself again,

Every year in a new one, in search of peace ...