Текст песни найтивыход - четыре фото

the memory will not return to you more than
by instagramu perhaps remember
parabolic hyperboloid
in the songs of poets from the station tabloids
photo on the memory in five copies
one on all sides of the world
morning comfort, but in tea and herbs
faced with the fragments of planets.

I slept for aspiring Parterre
photos in envelopes spit in the morning
the faces of the dodecahedron inside tetra
pinched nerves in the fingers, we string
night in the subway without a ticket, usually
I was in the inner world
let not one, but it was so crowded
after the twelfth adopted lira.
call inside and carrying the same picture
if I forget who I was, and is,
I remember for Personnel as of the trailer
Only used to this stuff but would not sit down.
He becomes a visitor local brothels,
Quality of different sects of Jehovah,
drunk asleep in the midnight Subway
paint on the walls, he wrote in the synagogue.
 
photo on the memory in the sideboard in the framework of
or on a flash drive at psevdoayfona
moldy old fell silent for wallpaper
or in a closet in pylivshihsya banks.
benches in parks and couples drowning
two pair, and for each photo.
Just inside the tear nostalgia
something I feel bad for a sad note.
once punched a tear, I remember
We sleep at friends and roam the night and day
Only empty feed fences
and evanesens from the old disk.
vynem records and photos remind
about the old tracks from Smokey and caste
Do you remember the night wandering through the field
Crippen interweaving known fairy tales?
rendered, friend, from the archives of the books
Where can I read about the Gauss, Tesla
and that the guitar around the campfire played
ehoprokurennyh bitch entrances
and on the balconies did not sleep at night
All talked about the meaning and God
It's like a return
the old forgotten photos on the road.