Текст песни Стас, Душевно - Ядовито-красного цвета

There was only
the blood through the veins
Cold. White.
Tart and stinging
As the acidic solution.
Circulating, tormented.
Burns your hands
Fingers squeezes
Before the crunch
Before "dim in the eyes"
Before "creepy"
Prior to "hurt"
Before "Tears stream"
Up "on the lips salty"

There was only
the cold outside the windows.
For curtains.
For tons
dust and light
Airport
You have a one-way ticket, and he
to you of evil, tore his
And it is about everything regrets
He has never missed.
As never shy
And tears unsuccessfully cardboard
You're in the sky crosses
This conditional cordon.
All alone.
You draw in the window pattern
somewhere in a hurry, like Living
your newly purchased house
Statement as to the evil.

So what?
There was only a memory
Some random fragments
Random pop-shots
Toxic red
Toxic-sad tone
Some photos within
What kind of framework
Invented some reason.
Invented by someone.
Nonsense

Are such old photos
It makes even a bar of soap
Here we are on the waterfront
I dressed as Jacques Yves Cousteau
Smiling straight in the eye
and I touch your face.
In these pictures, there is everything.
Everything.

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After some time

You're in a huge house.
In such a vast and desolate
All alone
I sat up with this damned
A cup of coffee in the morning to almost

On the table, in the ashtray,
Smoldering cigarette butt ten
Tenth stub
and the same picture.

Where we are with you on the waterfront
I dressed as Jacques Yves Cousteau
Smiling straight in the eye
and I touch your face.

(s) Stas, peace