Текст песни хруст бестелесного - наша с ней мертвая песенка

It was some kind of calm, cold-warm!
Tolley fuck her on the bench, or I do not like it!
But my heart was torn, vyblevyvaya trash in the bath!
gross weight of our addictions disappeared in the ornament!
On the window, print something!
at moments sweet spots began to act grayish color!
And the heart of the quilt, his shadow dancing in hell!
Noah, fuck subside fellows, if in the 21st century they are oxidized and turned into a bed!
Gates baring rusted locks, do not let paradise more!
She looked at me and did not blink, continuing to listen to my delirium, I'm flattered!
I look worried her, and crystal eyes!
Lighters fusing crust of ice where the sponge!
He pressed her to him, kissing, I love you very much!