Текст песни Театр Яда - Эфирная Линия. Исполосояснейший Язык Для Признаний

circle crackling-vertebrates -
the only permanent,
deprived of sleep more than one hundred nights.
you can go on the run arbitrary for me,
for every seven feet planting themselves distinctive laugh.
I still povkradchivey,
creating grossly deceived by visitors to this world;
26 minutes umbrella memories of my head,
referred to above;
didactic tone zkreplёnnyh manifestations;
fixing frame; bowels tight things; krovospasitelnaya mixture.

I prescribe a certainty in a strange place,
I do the level of immobility due to cold
deprivation of many jokes for zhutyu,
so do not leave behind them (behind) the right to be a stranger:
thorough uvelishenie words crowned injury
exaggeration water marks ...
boggy hint of life and progress.
- But still something eclipses.
- Visible, distinguishable only remains of the larval
grizzled iceberg universe.
- Great settles on the walls of the sole and irrevocable.
Then I save up too much of the future,
to squander it to all features,
in all directions your irrelevance,
sleepy "tomorrow"
punish you long teeth of the victim,
like a child.
(The Buddha, like podranok ...)
ispolosoyasneyshy language for confessions.
severe epidemic of the habits of the abbots
his grave nameless wool skins.
that's what it is!
looking empty obezglazhennymi sterile hollows
for items - limiting the clarity,
on subjects - young and old slopes:
quarrelsome old pokoynopoklonniki,
put together the coffins ...
I forget everything, including itself to all revolutions.
I'll see you. till tomorrow. an inquiry into the afternoon.