Portions of current are monotonous everyday life.
I collect fragments in the palm of my hand,
How many stories of these blocks are stored on the shelves
In a personal photo album.
Portions of current are monotonous everyday life.
I collect fragments in the palm of my hand,
How many stories of these blocks are stored under the crust
In a personal photo album.
Years pass, imperceptibly lie down in layers.
Velvet bullets on the lid of the piano.
Previously, they were afraid of long pauses, it seemed the light to go out.
Do not hesitate, Bracho, he is here now.
Happy as a boy when the record comes.
School uniform, sneakers, Dynamo,
From veterans with a step or on a rusty tram
There, where each between the blocks is clamped by floors.
Life inside the genre, to the hell to quit everything that interferes -
Stupid lunatic on the roof in pajamas.
Life charges or drags to the bottom of black mines,
Where to break out without a chance.
In the speakers of jazz, not the first hour is already circling the loop.
I see a diamond in a pile of raw materials, I have to shine slightly.
They are looking for a professor’s flaw, they dig a hole for us,
But until the lyrics got there.
Portions of current are monotonous everyday life.
I collect fragments in the palm of my hand,
How many stories of these blocks are stored on the shelves
In a personal photo album.
Portions of current are monotonous everyday life.
I collect fragments in the palm of my hand,
How many stories of these blocks are stored under the crust
In a personal photo album.
I try again, immerse myself in the early morning
Through the darkness to the sunken ship.
Shots without sound through muddy lenses,
Minutes I have collected grains, cleaning garbage from them.
It's hard to return, I came across what I was looking for
Let me suffocate and risk, Men, this is the whole buzz.
Many secrets and important dates are already erased by the current.
There is no time to hesitate, the time is less and less.
Something will crumble directly in his hands, which means fate.
Flights here, searching for reasons, I get a signal.
He deciphered only a couple of phrases, recorded on paper.
The captain painfully sinks the ship in a cold square.
Crycapsule coordinates look for drugs.
The plan failed, we got bogged down at the bottom in the biomass.
Do not trust bright colors on the reefs of the temptation.
Hold on a flock, friends, the end of communication.
Portions of current are monotonous everyday life.
I collect fragments in the palm of my hand,
How many stories of these blocks are stored on the shelves
In a personal photo album.
Portions of current are monotonous everyday life.
I collect fragments in the palm of my hand,
How many stories of these blocks are stored under the crust
In a personal photo album.