Текст песни мель - давнiй сонг , в стиле пьяной оранжыреи ...

outside the fog
poems on the table
between the track
from your hand
at the door like a beast
Tucked night
you sharpen a knife
retiring away ...
who measured the day
who heard the rain
who stayed here
there is born again
shelled Cross
by our bodies
I will wear the finger
You take a sip chalk
otpoet candle
The weather is not imaginary
Glass lead
the soul any DIG ...
Take away the color
have brown
flowers hide the coffin
and I have it
that no syllable water
that no knock is not you
I'm from the dark dishes
I choose dreams
drop it at least a step
we are not able to return
nor have svedshy forest
no gray night
you look from the moon
a forgotten hill
where we lit
voiceless choir
Only dumb laughter
Only wilderness hearing
Only white color
and odd two
Only with a sound mind
just next to the shadow
Only it's not all of a sudden
where are you now

C # 16/17 x `90 | || ||| || | R # 20 vii `14