In front of the computer alone, let smoke, serotonin, Anrial Dreams
MiG from two half, commoner, and with him, a fallen lady
The heart will give the bits, I am to you, and you, opening your eyes, whisper: "Loose"
This is a limit of dreams, you give me strength, a black and white film, and I melted
What could be better? On this earth
I apsed to yourself and give me warm me
What could be better? I like in a dream
But in reality, I am tone, in the eyes at the bottom
Like the wind, I find peace, peace in delusion
And I do not believe that dear is not the wrong
Somewhere all disappears and the sky only knows what happens next to you
Next to you ...
Bottom Bariton, and up soprano, sounds in unison, couple without flaws
Spring evening, drove dust wind, burn candles, and poet's eyes
Ridiculous cargo drowned in a glass with ice,
Under the stars we are waiting for a taxi together
I'll go far and there we will see the flame
Just forgetting about everything
Doors closing our mini-universe, in our
Imagination, bend on your shoulder, e
And until the morning, one soul a mixture of good and evil wine glasses
Thunder and Thunderstorm, Wolf and Fox, know the heavens
That as if the wind acquires peace, only next to you
Like the wind, I find peace, peace in delusion
And I do not believe that dear is not the wrong
Somewhere all disappears and the sky only knows what happens next to you
Next to you ...
