Текст песни вышел покурить - спутник

Time was ticking. Meta lost appetite
Steps through the Garden of Eden in dirty shoes
To braid a thread in a knot, to find peace
The verse flies. I get up in the morning without incentive

Memory with faded films. Kurnul lay down
Everything is in its place, a street child in the basement. Glue in a bag
My magic block will not open its arms
I'm spinning in the back, next to me a couple of whores

How many stains are in the past and how many are in your pocket now?
I'll pick a cunt if we roll irrevocably
Everything will be paid. Everything will buy. Everything will twist
I'm paired with eternity, slouching over the text

Along the forearm, a companion along the punctured hands
Don't tell our way to them you hear friend?
Time sand, but the throat won't dry out
I'll sneak into the chapel, steal a couple of hours

Chorus:

Can you hear how the streets breathe sickly?
Legs reluctantly follow me
Where will the cold city take them?
It's all the fault of the green traffic light

Pomegranate juice instead of blood is my anabolic
In the shitiest things, I found it cool
Two feet step into the abyss, for no reason
Pattern on glass drawing, old by new

An eye for an eye. Bitch for bitch, whitefish for whitefish
In our circle your hole will become depressing
I need smoke, I need to relax a little
In a crowd of people, recognize my features

Unknown recipient, unknown letters
Lysergin under the gums, the artist breaks the brushes
Along the thorny paths, used accordions
My hearse, rides through the pits

Chorus:

Can you hear how the streets breathe sickly?
Legs reluctantly follow me
Where will the cold city take them?
It's all the fault of the green traffic light