Текст песни Гетсби - Полуночный разговор со своей смертью

You're as good as Picasso,
Clean and tight as Dance by Matisse,
Your firstborn of Eve by Rodin,
His virgin brighten the walls
My Soul.

You're so deep, like a fresh grave,
You're so endless, like a freight train.
Your skin is white, like the snowman,
You are so harmonious - You all went to ...

Dirty glass and sticky strings -
One without the other is like a dog without the cat.
In my head is empty with no wind.
Much worse, the wind in his coat pocket

That's my life, you say - terrible,
Splash water on me and all the shine,
The world smile, paint the other at all.
I am a king. It remains only to rise from his knees.

Yes - this is my life, all without residue
There are a lot of things, but it is - empty.
Blank stares and empty meeting
Remove it all - will be more.

Evening. Your number - the numbers jump -
Black horse arena on the disc.
Insinuating sound - it you said "Hello".
My way out ...

I put the phone on the table - life goes on,
A word - it's only words.
How to throw your life? Which material?
There is not a song, rhyme chord.
Night cold fire burns,
Something cool down at the kitchen table.
It's me.