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I devote the song to Gryundiga "Lamp slaves" (09/30/75-12.05.00). R.I.P.
"Hungry window"
Do our poets often put candles in the temples?
But incense burn in the temples of eternity, forever

Chorus 1:
Dangerous morning teases with emptiness
Hid everyone who is alive
In the womb of cities, no need to look for us
The hungry window of the sky
Dangerous morning teases with emptiness
Hid everyone who is alive
The womb of the cities do not need to look for us
The hungry window of the sky
My heaven is!
Camping 1
Yes madmen, lost the towers
Lost fear, lost the elders
So high, you can’t even imagine
Cloud behind the sleeve, I want the same
I found out the sky early
Hall on the lips, called you and you are not here
Under the sheet of the eyelids
Brain sector rap, What's up Man?
Just leave your mark
Music trunk, verses leaves
Among concrete and lies, the tree is clean
Come yourself all, get a crown
Ceiling or sky, decide, decide.

Chorus 2:
Ceiling or sky (x16)
Camping 2
How to escape, here and there a crowd is everywhere
Cambodia, Maldives, Goa, Ocean
Foam on yourself, in your hands I
Natural Naturalist, knee in the clouds
Drawing the sky, then the earth
It became boring, something should be behind it
Describe with veil corporate lace
I really need a new area
Martyrs in life posthumously saints
Become mine, from the troubles of me, and
Little I am a whole space
Take care is okay, otherwise I often lose my head like that.

Chorus 3:
Dangerous morning teases with emptiness
Hid everyone who is alive
In the womb of cities, no need to look for us
Hungry window of the sky (x2)