Текст песни Jess Dale - Испорченные мандарины

Gently floating wave
Waves choked pipe drains,
Of these, the juice flowed
On a piece of the planet.
Near the window, as I stood near the precipice,
Watching a wet cat,
Referring to rain
And hiding blackening.
In the 23 years
I have a complicated relationship with God.
on 13 June. Summer.
I continue to listen as the river flows down the sky,
This music is mutual,
In which seemingly nothing unusual,
And I have often seen a tiger skin
Spoiled mandarins.

And my blood thick delicious cocktail
Pour, wound and drink.
On the coast of caresses,
As on the operating table.
Rip the roots of cacti
Needles bird beak beach
Where shirts sails pulled into the distance,
Knowing that it is important not to betray sebya-
Just go away, not looking back.