Текст песни Камеры Бабочек - игра

Do you not know that on Saturday
You eat me for dinner.
You're lying, it's just.
You rveshsya where already.
It is already clear is worse.
It is already possible, even need.
Below is just a puddle on the pavement.
And you do not believe,
What could be the same.

     What a game,
     Not clear to me ..
     Blue ribbons
     In my hands,
     Tiled plan
     Coffee dust
     Cardboard sleeve.
     Cardboard sleeve.
 
Smoker is now quite small,
Just do it.
The sun hangs instead of lamps -
Decides that all summer.
Do not worry, do not worry,
Do not think I do not need.
Do you see a crack at the top of the table -
This I came to
To you for dinner.

     Earth, like a snake,
     I squeezed into a ball,
     He stuck in his throat.
     On your lips
     Zip lock.
     You could be gestures,
     But this is not enough.
     It's not enough.

     What a game,
     Incomprehensible to me?
     Blue ribbons
     In my hands,
     Tiled plan
     Coffee dust
     Cardboard sleeve.
     Cardboard sleeve.