Текст песни Flёur - Воскресным утром

Ty - melt , dissolve ,
like a block of ice .
Pourable , spreadable ,
the spring water .

Silence , in the open window
Clouds .
I lie on a Sunday morning ,
his legs dangling from the ceiling ...

In the stuffy air in the kitchen
floating sofa
wash , I wake up,
close valve

Fixed dusk rooms ,
the clock is ticking .
This time the same
like past times ...

You again calling something
In this strange day
But I feel like talking ,
Absolutely laziness.

Quiet , empty , no one is home ,
no waiting for a call .
I lie on a Sunday morning ,
his legs dangling from the ceiling ...