Поля Мерзавчик

Hate your face, your smell and your dirty moustache. Could you just disappear? When I feel your breath in the room I can throw up.

I refuse to live normally. Here is my place in the lonely lonely house full of victims and cries. I spend all the days on the black floor, my hands are deep inside of the bricks, my eyes are shadows, I'm covered with mushrooms and ravens, my hair is dust and coal. Waking up to moan and to cry out the forgotten names of those who are no longer alive or dead, I dream my dreamy dreams. Ghosts are dancing in my darkness following my dreams, stones and packs inside my body.
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Когда становится тяжело перемещаться, нужно прикрыть глаза и представить любимую остановку, где продают цветы или булочки. Выдохнуть запах столетних камней и протереть очки, всё встанет на места. Стрёмно!

- What part did you like the most?
- The last one
-Oh la la
This place is an asylum full of people talking to themselves in the darkness, in the dark rooms of consciousness. They're screaming, moaning, whispering, voices are too loud for me to stand. I can't stand you, get lost!
I like the warmest eyes and cool air but I gotta sleep, I can't lose the feeling but I'm already lost. Don't let me drown in the bath, that's so stupid. The thing is, you don't get it, right? You could never follow the chain of ideas, the connection of dreams which come from all around and sit on my brain is if it was a flower for butterflies.
I got to know you, I'm so glad
You're gone, I'm so glad
Because it's worth

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