««I’m a snail, my trail is dissolved by the glass
I’m a glass, my shatters are ripped open by the temple
I’m a temple, there’s a gunpowder mark on me
I’m a gunpowder, here’s my cargo hold
There’s panic and rum on the ship
I’m an empty bottle, and that’s mechanics.
I’m a snail, here’s my shadow under the sun
A small shadow, I know my place
Here’s a place where the stamp had left its faded lilac mark
I’m a bouquet at the fence, and that’s mechanics.
The night will burn you with the liquid fire
The space is hot, wet, and bright
day is ahead, we will meet there
The sun and the pain
Are my gift
I’m a snail, my trail is absorbed by the grass
I’m a grass of a football stadium
Filled with a crowd, I’m sending my howl to the sky
That’s my style, my mechanics
That’s my style, my mechanics
The night will burn you with the liquid fire
The space is hot, wet, and bright
The day is ahead, we will meet there
The sun and the pain
Are my gift
On top of that
The diamond dust,
Ashes from the sky
Scattered stamps
The day is ahead
This is it’s style
The sun and the pain
Are my gift»»
улитка - A snail
««I’m a snail, my trail is dissolved by the glass I’m a glass, my shatters are ripped open by the temple I’m a temple, there’s a gunpowder mark on me I’m a gunpowder, here’s my cargo hold There’s panic and rum on the ship I’m an empty bottle, and that’s mechanics.
I’m a snail, here’s my shadow under the sun A small shadow, I know my place Here’s a place where the stamp had left its faded lilac mark I’m a bouquet at the fence, and that’s mechanics. The night will burn you with the liquid fire The space is hot, wet, and bright day is ahead, we will meet there The sun and the pain Are my gift
I’m a snail, my trail is absorbed by the grass I’m a grass of a football stadium Filled with a crowd, I’m sending my howl to the sky That’s my style, my mechanics That’s my style, my mechanics
The night will burn you with the liquid fire The space is hot, wet, and bright The day is ahead, we will meet there The sun and the pain Are my gift On top of that The diamond dust, Ashes from the sky Scattered stamps The day is ahead This is it’s style The sun and the pain Are my gift»»