.вдмйх x нотна антонов - потенциал - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

So I do not want to cum on potential.

With large flakes he whipped his cheeks.

In the rain you squeeze the filter stronger, to the crunch of fingers.

Reflex memory in the notebook will bended

A few words about the meaninglessness of actions.

At the literary evenings, seventeen -year -old girls change

your linen,

and a sad modern poet

The toilet is lucky today.

Tragicity arises from one fact - that it exists.

Tax payment for timely solutions to personal problems.

with needles on the lungs occurs

The process of creating a cheap copy of emphysema.

The inability of thinking most often comes during

bypassing the date to the circle.

It makes no sense for you to wait for someone at the finish

Because no one knows where he is.

I try to be like the winter.

With broken fingers, he dives cool into your hair.

drowned in the introspection, and even there he was able to see for the last time

you at the mirror, how you carefully loosen the arrows

hours will always be indicated at 23:59, at 23:59!

you in yourself.

If I knew my own date of death, I would also call yours.

And now I feel alive.

It is time to freeze, half a day forget the cups on the windowsill of the balcony.

Watching how the wind has stole cigarettes one by one.

Twentifying from the cold to catch the slightest breath

and enjoy involuntary convulsions throughout the body,

which makes you understand

that even your shell is not subject to you,

What can we say about the surrounding world, which a priori is only the fruit of the refraction of light through the lens of his own eye,

“We are all the creators of our life, just take the canvas and draw” how it sounds ironically, given the fact that someone, by naivety, may be stupid or sake of ridicule, forgot to give us brushes and paint.

I like to watch like moths, in pursuit of light, beat on the thin glass of the lamp,

Just burning, fly back,

and pushed by their own something,

repeat attempts to break through the framework established by the world,

Until someone will pay off the whole world.

“The world, as will and performance” is necessary ...

It's like a person who I watched last summer

He every two nights in a row, stood and waited for the last trolleybus at three in the morning,

began its existence in my world exactly when I looked in his direction

And he ceased to exist at that particular moment when I finally fell asleep and did not reach the cold concrete plate of the balcony at night.

Who invented this, why and why?

you need to stop staining meanings and reasons,

All these are just attempts to justify absurd,

Attempts to justify your actions, yourself,

And reveling in his own lie,

To make sure that something given by someone has stopped gnawing a little from the inside.