Текст песни торговцы музыкой - декабря пятого числа

but my tears
only the back side of the screen
I gaze out
the other who is furious
daguerreotypes new times
who is the mediator
a red button for call
endless shame
I do not have time to catch stringing
is about to born-line
on red-hot skewer
calling to mind

carries on the room
the whole point of a forgotten coconut
or the strength of his or astringency
or drove past
stands up to the limit
What's the difference if tolerated
keeps cutting at the end of
mediation vchuzhe
and at the same time inseparably
transcendental projection
out
through the lens
fusion of the past few years
in other houses other people
keep fingers crossed for us

Thank you already for a long time
acquiring own Parnas