Текст песни еще один сон - не быть ветром

And the parishes at the outputs, no longer on the weekend and coldly under the ice.
All stubborn porn in the ports in the mouths and then.
Bulk degrees wholesale and thoughts do not move.
I barely found what I was looking for that I did not lose and okay, I became a daily.
And someone runs on the toilets and crawled out, you are unnecessary.
and could they?
thoughts go and not in order
I ringed a point in my notebook a rainbow in my notebook.
The fire was on the radar, in the blow and gave full emptiness.
And the old fuck and does not darken at night,
But nevertheless there was less light.
Three in the morning, all signs are lost.
I would admit everything that had nothing to do what I probably didn't.
It happens immediately covers to fingertips
Or just as if under the palm tree.
It happens that the accident does not happen, which is very cool so like.
I was looking for the whole night of the conversation and so everywhere unfolded,
Here would be a dream in a dream.
That would be in the museum,
And small greedy people open the mouth not on the occasion and row everything
Just during.
The decision to look for in itself probably no longer be the wind,
Maybe thoughts tired ....