Текст песни Флуктуация разума - Стены жёлты

Every day it was getting closer and closer,
You sensed his gut it,
Hidden once under the roof,
Slide-to-face you like a thorn.

He wandered along the bottom of your youth,
Like a mouse gnawing inside you,
Which pushed once in the nonsense,
Someone will say & quot; typing in sin & quot ;.

You're under the colorful sky patches
Hide something there in the depths,
Now firmly yellow wall
Tie the hands of a knot at the back.

You then become a pale pensive
And gray, like a funeral chalk,
Objectionable doctoral brethren,
On durdomovsky merged shot.

From now on you do not care
And there are no forces to revolt and protest,
As Christ are you talking about doom
On the back sulfazinovy ​​cross.

You're under the colorful sky patches
Hide something there in the depths,
Now firmly yellow wall
Tie the hands of a knot at the back.

You pull out of the abyss to the sun,
And you do not want, do not look back.
Only tenacious hands overthrown
Lobotomichesky you in hell.

Will dreams drifting snow stele
The world is not as he was,
If you meet with the little prince,
Tell me about it ... I have not forgotten.

You're under the colorful sky patches
Hide something there in the depths,
Just put the yellow wall
Sulfazinovy ​​cross on you.