Текст песни 522-ой - Разговор по душам

Music: DSBM - Nostalgia

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You and what's left of me
It would seem - I have the whole picture, in fact - an abstraction ...
There are only fragments of me
Scattered throughout the apartment
who are willing to listen to you.

in your projection of its abstractionism sneak me into your world
Today it flows like a flock of sparrows feasting information ...
Although the word is not a sparrow, are memories of past days
So much I want to say, and sometimes the soul cries
I understand all that on your soul lies and presses, and that boils inside you

like oil, we will blow up the fire of conversation, what would the atmosphere of the conversation is not extinguished
there is no innuendo, just in the heart of a splinter, which crumbles hand
blood red ... it all crumble We both these pieces, hand movements so awkward and
likely to scar.
Do not worry, we will sacrifice the part of yourself when Chat ...

Trust, Share with me secret. but without
I - immersing you in the black, cold bottom
Laugh. If funny. Cry if hurt.
Do whatever you want, because the people creating arbitrary ...
In fact it is given to us to talk, to pour out the soul in itself is not hoard.
Delayed-action bomb to be.
Do not be enough, we took a step forward and become easier
And someone all alone, and he did not share with anyone.