Текст песни Causa - деньжелтыхвелосипедов

Yellow Bike Day
With purple tires,
The pools of color.
Day Rain and poems on the roof.

No, I lied about the roof,
It's so romantic.
Wet shoes, a little bit of the series,
Life is much more prosaic.

Sometimes even deprived of fragrances
Just chill Boulevard,
And no one around.

And on the roof as soon as you,
do you hear?
In embracing the stars to admire,
And enjoy in tissue.

Well, everything is about the impersonal,
Cold deeper,
A voice transparent, ghostly.

And I only ask whether closer
When the air is unsaturated,
And time stands still thoughtlessly
Too.

© Alua Musina, 2015