Текст песни слушай шум - человек,который вечно помят

in a stuffy room only thought about
that would have to cease to want to die or become kinder
unsuccessful denial of pain lies in the frame
that will probably fall
than the most delicate glass without any cut
who need your tears when you cry you are not acid
requests similar to the rustling of birch
If your lips salty
and the smell of salt water
so why not get out and get away
do not slam the door and do not forget
I spend all night in the apartment
to spend swollen eyelids
The subconscious mind you spit? and where is the word
I've got cuts and twists beats
begin to tear down all right in the morning
everything will collapse and the pain will go
Now vokruk musicians like dirt
and each began to write poetry
after being unable to get tired too
by selling some sort of filth
Morning greets the dawn,
and if on the day of the dawn is not ready?
I write when it dawns mini couplets
burning on the skin only fragments of words
heard as eager wrong side lets out pairs
Our life is not original, and snag
so hard not to get out of the way
or better to throw it all out the window
throw, spit, bury
morning, afternoon, evening, midnight and
cries under the windows "do not forget"
clock numerals
days are merging into one
if you can not find a half
convince all that you are one
the boy, he believed in fairy tales
She died in the back of the soul
every second cut from the mud
and cockroaches in my head yes lice
and the child knocks out
requests to return his pencils
to draw if bad
If head lice and cockroaches
when night meets the sunset,
sunset too exhausted and drunk
his hangover-thunder
and a man who always dented