Текст и слова песни Мои Ракеты Вверх – Evening
jewel"s at the sea floor
with timming hands of waterplants
and memories
that quickly grasp
ain"t no fret
arrest
i gasp out with no sound
blisters in eye-lash and sunbeams
pressure under foam does not belong to foe.
bomb killed a bomb in an air while they flew from the trapdoors
to coast by alie.
hatchet on a hat got a slash
but no one noticed slicky whoop that glanced on a jet
and made among those in kiffens a tremblence in their bones
enenevening
crimson light on even horizon line
unbossomed sky to pennetrate,
so crincly face ignores light and changes to
subaqueous. It"s getting older
even evening
with timming hands of waterplants
and memories
that quickly grasp
ain"t no fret
arrest
i gasp out with no sound
blisters in eye-lash and sunbeams
pressure under foam does not belong to foe.
bomb killed a bomb in an air while they flew from the trapdoors
to coast by alie.
hatchet on a hat got a slash
but no one noticed slicky whoop that glanced on a jet
and made among those in kiffens a tremblence in their bones
enenevening
crimson light on even horizon line
unbossomed sky to pennetrate,
so crincly face ignores light and changes to
subaqueous. It"s getting older
even evening
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