Текст песни Meekh - ПЛЫВУ ПО МИРУ

cold white chambers, emptiness in the mirrors,
true taste Baland, a fading way;
hardened earth, feeling huddled into a ball,
sweet poison acts sluggish momentum in the brain;

darkness concrete houses, light artificial suns,
vsetvoryaschaya reality goes to sleep;
Osprey pale people priukryvshihsya in an umbrella,
lonely dog ​​barked again days;

streets faded tonazh full of sores,
Memorial service for us - razuverennyh in the "I";
the bitterness of the Pleiades star penetrates the chest,
in November naked eye loses its spark;

Syro photon turns to the broken curb,
my whole being - inept sketch;
fading bodies in the infinity of thoughts,
I stay on the water become like ice;

dampness dead pores slows down my progress,
the severity of the air into the nose perfume scent;
my sunrise - without the shackles of my flight - weightless,
high in nebesvod, my time - the sand.

I go with the world to the threads of feelings,
stretched like the strings in the abstract of the amount,
congestion on the hump devastated bonds
in which he lived, and hovered thought

on the threads of feelings,
stretched like the strings in the abstract of the amount,
congestion on the hump devastated bonds
go with the world.