Дездемон Сидоров и Greensheet - Сплин
текст песни

Airplanes above us
They have drunken pilots
Foil rustles on the heart skinny spin
Cloud clouds from the sky,
Who lived in paradise, those in a heap
Laughing under the sun, they fly down the stone

Aini oil is spilled,
It lives well for us
You are the prologue of the story, I am final
The cat is sleeping on the battery,
The fool believes in fairy tales
And the clouds strokes against the wool

Cigarette butts in the toilet
Flowers in a glass vase
Another glass and I am alone
The scope of the pupils is slammed,
From the songs of the string will burst
Foil rustles on the heart skinny spin