Текст песни артм - Ксения Желудова. Отнюдь не авторское преувеличение

And still breaks through the skin dark, to the spinal cord prologovoe ,
Slap in the Easter kolokola.Ya etches burn abnormal
The beauty of the long-term vospominaniy.Zakusyvayu bit .

You see, I do not always byla.I not always budu.Ty idea was
Ash, and then there was the Buddha .

Rushes through the veins of cold light , earnestly take serebritsya.Esli
Angelova sonnet and shift into a table - maybe get
The man - a funny bird ...

God is angry with a flourish in the morning - the irrepressible starik.Vsё often grumbles ,
Increasingly sick , and besides, almost asleep.

If one day God will ask us to rent, maybe something will happen.
Absinthe Drinker will take and ask schёt.Ves world is built on
Strict principle : mix in a tall glass and add ice.

Lime, of course, do not forget .

04/06/09