Текст песни Паша Мескалин - 2008

Losing the lack of freedom,

Search for a sad fate ...

We left the stupid fashion

Writing in verse their dreams.

Cards washed wire

In the space ghost names.

Now they are going after us,

Prolazit this silly dream.

Take tired hands

For the soul.

And put into the fire.

Again uneven syllables ...

Again, some heart groan.

More precisely cry.

More precisely cry!

More precisely taste of love ...

I'm confused again foot

When he wrote his poems.

All eaten rhyme words,

All lines disassemble columns

And I'm one

delirium

deliriously

After you,

Ironic miscarriage crowd ...

I am hiding in the dirty alleys

From their own obsessions -

Pandora small caskets,

What is torn away from the people.

And I was left alone.

And I was left alone.

And I was left alone.

And I gave myself said.

In such

bleak and empty

my

two thousand

eighth.