Текст песни Надежда Егоркина - Человеку моей Запредельной Вселенной

It includes holes liners
and he tirelessly,
without a hint of pain
is a
even with new crunches,
with fractures of the new, with a new dream.
Every day, poisoned words waste,
your world protects the thin line.
And he would send itself to the original,
he would rather go home ...
Its clandestine nature of angels - demons
freeze on the exhale -
Sickening to breathe!
And he would have to exit
Squeeze!
Fire!
He would take from sprains and shout!
His stunted truth without howling harbor
and promoleny hole - no patch!
He wanted to protect themselves ardent cries,
if only the weakness does not know more ...
His reflexes creature dies,
defects sharp
tears in pieces.
But screaming drunk
Is Late?
Is Sooner?
Himself it relates to the tram tracks?
I am his soul scarred gray
I never - never would never betray!
And in the hands of the false changing autumn
I will not give it ...
will not give it back...
will not give it back...