Текст песни Таня Зыкина - На чужом поле

Friends write to me, how are you?
we keep the cams for you
and I did in fact
and I as before
flying before the eyes
green cars.
I'm waiting and months
stuck on the ramp.

flying before the eyes
green cars,
my nails and toes
dig into the palm of your hand.
and nervously clenched knees,
and eagerly looking at the sky,
I'm waiting and gradually
I turn into furniture

all repaid me this life-force to the floor
I need to wake up
in some better sleep
but longer if a foreign field ball given?

in a head-to-edge
Washer
rustling and accelerating
is wound into a ball uniform
press down the north to the south
and panic patience
they will be painted in each other
in her hot foam

I quietly waiting, and I closely
in my booth tetrad
and a new song in the body
I dent letters
I mentally razmazhu
the face of the one who against
rods and tearing paper
zachёrkivaya line.