Илья Макаров - Dew drops DM - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My little changeable world, with its own rules and my riddles. You entered him and the air became blue. The seas on which I went barefoot like Jesus turned into wine and were born carefree pot -bellied whales. Rivers from my blood and tears flowed into the sky. My songs with acidic resin tickled your unbearably pink heels. Red lightning pierced the ground, breaking through my flesh through and through. I am not in my mind. I saw how the world is choked with my own tail. I stroked the wool of the one whom they called God. Dancing on a thin line between time and bends of your supple body filled me with a viscous fatigue. The clouds brought me in the beak to their impatient chicks. The grains of sand is not so white sand in his underpants and ants behind the bosom. Do you remember that it is impossible to forget? There were no faces of people in the paintings that I painted smoke. You carefully adorned the iron chains on my legs with diamonds and said "Fly!" What do you feel when you enter me? When we weave traps for strange dreams from our veins, do you believe for yourself? Where are they, souls, kissing each other in a bump, when everything around is on indifferent fire? How quickly does the cold penetrate my blind, desperate heart? Time curled up on my knees and silently asks for affection. There was not a drop of myself in this silence. The smell of your hair will not disappear little in the ice mountain rivers Kathmandu. You will wash your face with dews and meet the dawn.