Текст песни Диверсанты - 4 стены

Em D C
My head - four walls painted
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Salvador Dali.
Em D C
My head - four walls
D
painted ...

Em D C
From the frequent strikes the brain is beating against the walls,
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draining formless thought
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In surrealist brush.

For him, there is everything you need:
Clean sea and dirty pool,
Gentle whisper, wild cry,
Love is in the form of a loop for two.
And the load to the loop and hook a stool,
And even the tree - all the other above,
But in the end - podpilenny bitches
That does not give us the opportunity to become even closer ..

My head - four walls painted by Salvador Dali.
My head - four walls painted ...

In my mind there's even a fairy tale -
It is a clear, quiet paint.
It is beautiful from afar as pink dream ...
And from afar my magic carpet,
And in the area still remains the rug.
And I was not able to fly on the wings
with the imprint of someone's boot.
And the pursuit of the sun was powerless
Desire - to spit on everything ...

My head - four walls painted by Salvador Dali.
My head - four walls painted ...

But it's never going to kill
In my walls of my seven notes.
The voice of love and the creaking of the gate
Merge into one crazy chord.
In my paints equally sticky
Music can be white and black.
There is Mergence with a violin bow,
but there is gnashing of the knife across his throat,
After all

My head - four walls painted by Salvador Dali.
My head - four walls painted by Salvador Dali ...
My head inside - painting surrealist,
My head inside - surrealist painting.