Текст песни Алёна Загребельная - Мой мокрый лоб всегда сухой

I remember : you have to lie down and not move , then the attack will take place , taking all of its smells.
When I once again disfigured his face and mocked at his body , the spider saved my soul .
I crush bugs with your fingers , they remain part of the walls in the texture of wallpaper .
I spill the paint , and drops too live on the walls .
My forehead is always wet dry.