Текст песни Absolute Movie - Тишь воды, низ травы

I - a pot on a window
I - eyes in the dark
Hopelessly ill
Voluntarily blind
Light bitter mouthful
Silent flow of words
Anxiety within
Those nights and days

Lurking like a shadow
I will wait for another day
As the rain - all spoil
As the rain - be mistaken
Make a mistake, I continue
Having survived, again

What I passed way?
What am I naked essence?
I - the surface layer
I - sortirny hero
Everything is in our hands
It turns to dust
All that however you look at
It remains in the shadows
My words, my tears
Kohl joke - so seriously
At the crossroads -
Most laughter is the juice
Laugh in his grave
Choosing so delirious
I leave my house
Once, as a clap of thunder
Curtain box
Keep silent through the glass
Bristling relish
As if I did not fall
As much as I abyss
And the answer is not to attack
I am one with emptiness
Ate black hole

I - game giveaway
Points for the Blind
I - a dubious step
Himself first enemy
Himself first rank
For many reasons
The first son, the first one
The first laps

Quiet water bottom grass
The bottom of the well and dreams
I - a mirage in the desert
I - the last Courage
I - the gate into a trap
I - fuel oil into the ocean
A drop of tar in his mouth
I laugh when I die

Closing the circle
Unhealthy fear
During the initial attitude
Drunkenness - fight, fight again
Entertaining lyrics
Endurance test
Ugly old
How bad movie

How good balance
Or we - and we
Or a dream - or delusions
Or yes - or not
I - care routine
I - cold all year round
I - the reason all
When all-anyway

I - unnecessary ballast
I - in the land of the hidden layer
I flow like sand
Or a thrill - or in time
I - malicious question
I - a sad forecast
I - a game without rules
I - the answer is "never"

Or, for a long time on the road - or "to go"
Infinity lines
We were left alone
Once again reaching out for others
Again, considering pious
Surviving again
I - just one of us

Windows, floors, ceilings
Not zaprёsh the castle
Do not blame Forums
On the four walls
Dim light bulbs
Sun brings to naught
Ugly false
We put on a knife

No poems no reason
No person has no wrinkles
There is no objective way
There is an opportunity to reach
It is possible to collapse
But only for the same path
Between the door and me
Each step - basic

Every day - New Year
Lasts contrary
Feast - do not shoot
I think - not to kill
Where a choice - either
Select the worst
Where round - peace and quiet
Hurricane track

Teach fish sink
And a good sleep
Lock yourself inside
After losing all wagers
All keys lost
Remind everyone who was right
Recall that had
I forget everything he wanted

Sprawling over a century
How funny man!

A handful of ashes - the end
The lid of the coffin - the end
Wicked bullet - end
Many are familiar with - the end