Текст песни Padla Bear Outfit - Экран

Ohr, my rays
Does not matter that the stones
Who flies that will break
You know yourself - then be quiet
Maybe see
Or, perhaps, will be saved
This screen is not lit.
This screen is not lit.

Ohr, my rays
Does not matter that the stones
Who flies that will break
You know yourself - then be quiet
Maybe see
Or, perhaps, will be saved
This screen is not lit.
This screen is not lit.

Champ de Mars swollen with pain.
The Dead Sea - a drop of salt laughter
Off-season, knocking in a dream.
That dream without sleep!

Zapenivshis in anger guests take out bones.
Their ashes Blow out under the bed, and now,
Soul mate himself, the post-war soldier
With men in tattoo moving to sunset.
And by a dick cling Hops

Who will remember - one shudder,
who touch - sink.
And never never emerge.
Dusty branch, spring-Tiny.
Herring nose picking neighbor.
And waiting in the unlikely waiting.

It does not seem like a stone,
Unlike passer
Unlike shyly rises from the puddles.

He spat on the adversity,
He despised fashion
He does not blow into the water.
He is the last outcast.
It is on you to head
There's a warm pipe
Its smoke and peace.

Who has his?
Bosko gypsum
On Academic marble floor?
Who Rock'n'Roll?
Who Rock'n'Roll?

Who Rock'n'Roll?

Who Rock'n'Roll?
Who Rock'n'Roll?