Текст песни dobbro - buddta
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может мы будем прощаться или вот что неси свое время на красивых тарелках скорее мне я голодна вечерами доедали гамсуна совсем другими людьми перед глазами все плывет и смеюсь мы спали на тех же лавочках потеряете книгу фрекен это почти так же как слушать мой смешной голос трехлетней давности и воображать будто есть цельные временносшитые люди которые одинаковы которые не секунда и умерли как будто есть память и предыдущая жизнь будто когда-то был я
be careful the ripped petals of children's stomachs close the next station children's photos in the mountains of dusty albums you probably don’t remember and didn’t see my memory is enclosed on the matte surface of the film by stickiness touching the face of a child who said full echoes of stationary voices that you can’t drink from every night burdened and complicated by the consciousness of the delicate tissues of their own childhood, not to recall fairy tales composed to themselves there only bolts of engine oil, ellipsis and factor-2, but a fairy tale Some people with a briefcase somehow went to the school somewhere once went to school somehow and caught the crows, and they crowed with grave chuckles from behind poplars and bushes and many people on the rocks were bowed in surprise. eyebrows from mortal convulsions shot eyes at some of me, but some of them could not find my father’s grave where she went where she could ask some people I liked to walk with my grandmother to look at the gravestones through the cemetery when I was a child and she was always so young I have tried with the height of my six and a half years to comprehend death the aromas of the time of the year will overwhelm you with your head like in this picture where you at the age of five years took the waves of the black sea with a wet hand and I am sure that you can fly in happy twenty to thirty years ago and there
maybe we will say goodbye or this is what you spend your time on beautiful plates rather I am hungry in the evenings eating up the gamsun with completely different people before everything swims and laugh we slept on the same benches lose the book of fréken this is almost like listening to my funny voice three years ago and Imagine that there are whole time-bound people who are the same and that are not a second and have died as if there is a memory and a previous life as if I was once
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