Горячие трубы

Hot pipes burn my back
leaving the other half to freeze
body in the cold and wet basement
where those in whose hands I have lost
thousands of tons of live biomass
hid the body in concrete frames
Warm me squatting on his haunches
blood cools off steam vents
noise in my head forced smile
I force my legs to unbend
gods are on my follow me yo
I'm reaching for my chapped hand
it's nice to lose yourself on the map
in late April or early March
when everything is reborn feel his loss
going back to the light telling myself do not believe
gray shadow crossed my path
I look at the land seeking to put his foot
but fell to my mind somebody's head or someone's ass
yo change of scenery in winter
someone asks permission to go out of the window
drop point radio life poured in the morning
but their feet hit the evenings those who take as pills
magic bullets magic bullets , bullets , yo ...

who heard the sound , open the door
wolves came to smell loss
with leaky sky sypyatsya birds
their zaebali our stone faces
Life is filled with excerpts from my brain
I tear memory into small pieces
then what I lived and what looked to
trampled by the crowd of faceless gray bodies
somewhere over the rainbow in the evening clouds
fading light that I'm holding in my hands yeah
purchasing power, he became a dangerous
all lit up it just me only white red
scheduling appointments where victims of dreams
why I did not wake her mother's steps sounds
who will say that the room this flight
silence the sound of water dripping pipes rezervoda
became available digital channels feelings
kill me because it's current art
their first it was now left 6 3
Here are the features of looking at things from the inside
and that you look and you may be wondering
and do you have found a place
in my words almost meaningless
as this is a topic that has hung over us