Текст песни Пустое Множество - Плавание

from what my face turned yellow ?
Whether from the paper on which it is drawn
On which amusing mysleё rattlesnakes tractors .
Or maybe the joke played by other factors
      Am C
Because we cold lying on the floor
     G Dm
Or what we cold smile ceiling
Throughout Tina Tina poutina everywhere dark corners
Silence itself is changing our plates we are dead

Throughout Tina Tina poutina everywhere dark corners
Silence had to change the plate, and we sailed ..
We sailed bathe under the gentle spring ice
Scratching flabby cheeks dark sandy bottom

Immediately we cold lying on the floor
The jets of water rise from the white lips to the ceiling
And so beautiful delicate shade the face of last year's foliage
Drawn on paper , happy, and dead

Black spot in the sky like a memory erased
Not struck a chord , hits the murtvoe
Asphalt wet memory erased May
Not struck a chord , hits the dead