Ультрапластика - Сон
текст песни

The dream spoke of only one thing
What I thought about during the day
There is a gramophone on the table
The waltz baston is playing there
The hot air in the room is freezing
And where did Russian frosts come from?
I ignore problems by covering myself with a blanket
Where are my 17 years on the big carriage
Cupid's arrows cooled my ardor
Temperature yes I have a cold
The walls in the apartment have lost their color
Soft armchair checkered plaid
Cupid's arrows cooled my ardor
Temperature yes I have a cold
The walls in the apartment have lost their color
Soft armchair checkered plaid
Feathers fly in a closed room
In spring, the branches in the windows were covered with flowers.
Saying that I'm sad is enough
Trite to self-understanding
Thus accustoming the body to suffering
Maybe there's bad company at the gym
You might think that radical
The methods seem ingenious to me
Cupid's arrows cooled my ardor
Temperature yes I have a cold
The walls in the apartment have lost their color
Soft armchair checkered plaid
Cupid's arrows cooled my ardor
Temperature yes I have a cold
The walls in the apartment have lost their color
Soft armchair checkered plaid