Текст песни Padla Bear Outfit - A SNAKE

flesh whistle
things from which transpire
wanted to fall in love have to endure
children go home
foul
born to play
the road to credit a little stinks
the wind on the street is whistling too much
you understand the threshold of the groin as a flower
I wanted to leave I could not find my feet

time is a desert wall of concrete
every minute is cut into zones
around midnight cut off
the sugar head was kicked in the transition
what I think so and I'm proud of
I do not despise I'm in a hurry
the backside lends itself to the squeezing of the hands
for us, this closes the circle
the desert spun overhead
fell asleep on the floor

barbie-siz pink door
every stroke softens your heart
hymns of the middle of the last century
what is the difference between a rubber horsewoman
either plant or leave
whether it beats forward or beats behind
The withered throats of bald intellectuals
Their damp thoughts excite only the old
I fell asleep at the wheel was born on the beach
this no one will even remember me

Epigraphs of phrases we burned at the pier
because there was not even a beginning
because you screamed at me again
But the wind at all words tore off the beginning
in the desert we will be born in the desert
everything is frozen just because we are still afraid
I'm afraid for example to be simple
so where was the house is the house
smelled of politics get the freshener
not yet a judge but no longer a spectator