Time has thickened
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I smear a thin layer on a sick memory.
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Devouring, I admire the view of the porch (beautiful).
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Looking at the inevitable, I'm afraid to imagine
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But time after time I present the details:
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You smile like a detective novel hero
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You crash with booze and finished creature.
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Do you want to be at least someone in your torn region,
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But the roles are taken, no one is playing.
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I suddenly blink, dispelling the edges with a cloudy veil.
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Moses obviously did not know where the serpentarium was leading.
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Pharisees are among those who have never lied.
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I am a stranger in my own country - an abyss of regalia.
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Up and down the career ladder derby late.
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We have been hanging on adult swings for a long time (hanging).
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We ask for mercy loudly and strike against everyone.
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And depression doesn't exist (hey)
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Got a couple fucking minutes
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While the cigarette is smoldering, I will try to sleep
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And hold firmly the one who beats on the chest from the inside,
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So as not to break free and not ask for help by morning.
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Got a couple fucking minutes
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While the cigarette is smoldering, I will try to sleep
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And hold firmly the one who beats on the chest from the inside,
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So as not to escape, hey.
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We dance the waltz like it's the last time.
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To the laughter of hyenas, my drunken iceberg is dancing.
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In dirty hands, the heart will melt only into a black mass.
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I suddenly imagined that we would burn together in vain.
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I so want to stay here with you forever,
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In a world where black is a suspension of the brightest colors.
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In a world where people smile only on holidays,
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Where are their tears - an illustration of the word "happiness".
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Forgive me, but I will remain a child of frustrations
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As in that book where God is tired of explaining on the fingers,
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Where hundreds of lightnings tear around the space,
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And people jump like crazy and believe in fairy tales.
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What happens if I die (I die)?
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Will someone laugh in my coffin?
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About the fact that we are all locked in the body, as if in captivity.
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And the worms will smile sweetly in my mouth.
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Time, like a child's shovel, buries me in the ground.
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Little by little. |
little by little. |
For a couple of fucking minutes
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While the cigarette is smoldering, I will try to sleep,
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And firmly hold the one who is pounding in the chest from the inside.
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Hey!
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Little by little. |
little by little. |
For a couple of fucking minutes
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While the cigarette is smoldering, I will try to sleep,
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And firmly hold the one who beats from the inside
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Into my chest. |