Who are we on each other, on this earth, the field is smelled and all along the borders
I see how people burn at the bottom of the inter -Elubicular pelvis
Life quickly flies up, and we will appreciate the smile at two counts by penny
Do not understand, the facial expressions are fresh, not on the way to us, do not click time
And here are the cities, we hasten to nowhere, and the most valuable goes
The tribe is sad, does not drive hooves, the bonfire does not burn, because some are used to being
Here, fences grow on this earth, children cry loudly again
After all, their father beat them, and the mother did not hug with a word ...
Pain, broken, grew up, I remember only glue and courtyard, I hide the siga in the gate
Here is the childhood in monitors, where CS until the morning,
Just not their voice, to a dispute in the corridors
Where are you my normal ...
A normal family, where every night he will ask, how are you?
A normal family, always glad to my boys
A normal family, where she and I look at the distance ...
A normal family where I don't want to fall in her eyes
Normal family when you call often not tired ...
Normal family when, nearby, let you go to the puff
Normal family, I dream somewhere in my dreams
Normal family, I wake up, I am leaving again to the zig-zag
Once you just broke down once, hung for a second, and you are already thirty
But also still looking for that meaning in the murdered palette on the walls of the hostel
Gii porn, smiles on herbs, years run, it is so annoying
Do not know who you are and build guesses, soul, or in the body is not a washed wound
With a splinter in the brain, these frames, he strangles her on the couch with a rope
I asked for his dad does not need, but grew up and realized that he would even help
Former hippies, pseudo -boddists, not up to his daughter -in -law daughter
Jerkish brain, just shut up you, spread your legs and don't worry
And honestly I want to know less to whom I seemed true and righteous
Remember where it grew up and as it turned out - it was not so far away from the apple tree
And honestly I want to know more whether you see further bosok and sex
But he himself is pulling back, away from his gaze, I'm sorry, we did not sang like ...
