Текст песни Роман Филипов - Слово

Flew fate without a body
looking for a place on the map
the world was white page
Planet tortilla light
I put in the mouth of the word
and the word did not work sideways
until dislike fathers
and not vice war
under the velvet dreams piano
but not born pianist
gospel clouds
wind evangelist

And then came the genius
prevrtivshy words in a song
the heart of the living corruption
old planet pension
he could just look back
and become the station by rickshaw
and bathed in the house would saucers
without unnecessary hassle
He was glad to ascend the scaffold
Let not let body
flies Gospel of Bach
evangelist ocean

through Stary Oskol in Dresden
and back to the house barefoot
Is the mother of heaven
yes maybe someone else who
Share Tabachkov grass
and I did not give up smoking
how long way to the ferry
setuyu sometimes that is not a horse
glad to have seen the heartbeat
clear water creek
drank gospel county
I'm not an evangelist