Текст песни слепой эстет - викс вондер

She retired from two existing dialogues.
It is no longer required to pay taxes in the form of words with the question "Did you even sleep today?"
No. Already weeks are flying somewhere behind the eyes.
There is no more sense to fill up the leftovers,
Even though pouring sugar into tea I miss the cup.
It's not scary.

Now I get enough sleep under droppers with my eyes open.
They'll probably let you inside, because it hits my hand with cold ...
That cold winter, when they realized that they would not see each other.
But it’s not surprising, because it is stable for many who keep their feelings behind the cage.

But the folder is still in the digital universe.
Sealed behind a password of fifty numbers.
She will go underground with me.
She will be in my arms in the wall cubicles of the morgue.

He was too strict about future happiness and its collapse in the future.
I will be your drunken boy and you will be my vix-waterner.
Let's write off in a new way, as if not knowing each other.
Let's come up with a fairy tale "about nothing" in the built "nowhere".

I'll go in front, expecting a shot in the back ...
But it will be more pleasant for you to torment, right?
Better than just killing like a lame dog.

No, don't think about it.
I'm not crazy, just a little flimsy resistance to you.
Too knocks down, rushing into the brain.

Lines about how they could die laughing from an overdose.
About where the curtains were drawn so that the surrounding would not see our paradise,
where are we total anesthesia ...
Where it was not worth getting rid of the pain rushing through the blood along with alcohol.
Where nicotine did not kill the look at each other, but killed evenly from the inside.
Where they got stranded, waiting at the station for the train.
While our stars were extinguished in the galaxies.
While I was your cat
For whom I was a drug ...

But that folder is still sealed in the digital universe
Behind that password of fifty numbers ...
But crying for one reason:
I was too strict about the future happiness ...

I'll never be your drunk boy again
You won't be my Vicks Wonder

But all the same, please, let's write off in a new way, as if not knowing each other.
Let's invent again the fairy tale "about nothing in the already destroyed" nowhere ",

I do not think you are insidious.
I won't wait for a shot in the back
I'll be looking forward to putting out your butts on my skin blue.
Fulfill your cherished dream, please

Be my vix-waterner
Let's write off in a new way, as if not knowing each other.
Let's invent again the fairy tale "about nothing in the already destroyed" nowhere ",

A cut of one universe in order to create two.
I do not regret the deed that I did
Where I almost got a cramp
After all, maybe she would have died, following me ...
And I saw at least in the crown.
Would succumb to "mutual decay"
Constant drunkenness.
A constant story where I am your drunken boy and you are my vix-waterner.
And would walk in the singing of songs that corrode the brain, render the record ...

Until then ...
I leave blots and pitiful inscriptions in a notebook and a text document, in that cherished folder, setting fire to the ticket I bought ...
What a disgusting verse, god.
I will print you my "Love Testament"
And according to it we will live in our destroyed "nowhere".
BE MY VIX-VODNER, DEAR.
BE MINE...