зауголсебя - в стенах бетонных коробок - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Outside the door, it’s pointless to all and more people of lonely, take me in a concrete box that the sarcophagus I have already seen enough, the darkness of a quarter of a century in an empty corpse of a corpse stupidly wandering around the necropolis from the house to the place of work, why go out of here, at dawn, crawling back and I wrapped myself in a coconut, I will fall into the Negro where curls, the living will be attracted to the line as I wake up, but if I woke up once before the crystal awareness of the faces that you are watching if this life is an exam, then sorry, we all fly in the sun and wax people do not know how to love but only attach to the bonds that the flashes of laser laser through the lenses are not shining from the eyes are all thinly and thinly, plastic flowers grow down with buds and throw their heads to the ground from the hands from the pipes, but you will add comfort I turn on the burners and wait for the aorta while filling out the aortic You are injecting a match on a strip in a concrete box of flames will dance the dance of our souls and in the partition from sleep it will rise its former tenant that it would be better if he was sleeping and there was nothing new for him to fall asleep on the chamber tomorrow the new day will climb through the window and crawl Squatting in the back with a knife, drive up in the walls of concrete boxes someone lives

In the walls of concrete boxes, written off the written robots under the hum of wires and the crack of the mouse plaster under the skirting board are gnawing their casing with stripes and labels and it seemed yesterday they hurried to work and nervously signaling their carriages in the form of cans and with complete confidence stated that their roles were the main But in the walls of concrete boxes, everyone was equal and former residents of your apartments are observed under the buzz of high -voltage.