Текст песни ИН ЗЕ КИТЧЕН - поэтам

He tailors his body over the years
poet and a good tailor.
eyes the color of sulfur,
tongue like an old suit

grow us (you), so be at the top of
but just all the stumps, but peas.
Wall strong will not do.
try to pass this bridge

would have wings, flying
How to break a window net,
but just do not have wings at the body
poet sprinkles his body

He sprinkles his body in the bathroom
Water dripping from a tile.
phone beep answers
another in May to nowhere

there have been attempts to learn
stool-closely together.
deceived young person
cold, treacherous mot

which brought us to the road?
conduct should only forward.
We sat down, hung, frozen
and watch as the little world melts

poets, poems of your blood
verses showers potassium.
Guitar weapon for battle,
And who says I do not understand