Текст песни вБЕНЗИНЕестьОБЛАКА - читаю вроде тебя

Bus seats are specially made so
to a sad abstract
drag the window to the paper points
This whole you,
This all on the ears, but still driven by fear of emptiness
see without a referral,
knits no mood to go without a ticket to the passive theft
and mindlessly murmuring accompaniment to seasonal ugliness
on the homeless street in old T-shirt Loves Punk Style
He said wearily, that the world is round, small and needs to be saved
because he did not make
More Century naked
white as chalk
hum of a hundred winters
like a scream from the void - you are not alone
You've got a lot of one, saddled crude dynamite
as the wick burns down the serpentine days
but no explosion will only polohnёt lower back
and hiding the pain will join laced people
that go from the surrounding countryside, surrounded by places
with the cards on the train
in front of all the salt lick face the wind
Death on football - it COMET

Memory shave without a mirror, cut all that forgot
Despite the crumpled photo of themselves and the people have beautiful doors and walls
tell me what happened to it
collects dust picking up bed,
know that life will not get to your gig,
She knows all the words of this book titles
all the books of paper,
it plastered walls and ceilings
it plastered thoughts inside their heads,
but it does not mean the paper,
paper does not mean the book,
the book does not mean words
deeper
deeper than your ink under the skin
And this for a long time?
Meaning you know?
Wearily ask a passerby in a T-old Loves Punk Style
Grabbed would face if he had not got up on the wrong foot
And I go frowning
gesticulating and rough
I read like you.