Текст песни Другой День - Мир Творца

Circulation of land
We came up with those who are too lazy to paint
Crazy Dream
On paper, the universe, a fragment of the stars
Draw uneven rhythm
Rock-n-roll, reggae and silence.
Axe splitting bridges -
It's so boring - did not see the sky
And do not know their dreams.

It's me, the clouds dispersed,
Settling the sun in the sky.
This I poured into the ocean gouache
And the blind land of bread.
This is the path I laid out the stars
And the moon has filled milk,
It winds me alabaster
Gives dreams.
 
I sit - behind a window winter
The perfect canvas for space travels.
I make out the syllables of speech
Snowflake and cut along the lines of evil,
I am stuck on itself two wings,
A four leave for someone who has not yet
Most kept to themselves,
And the way to find a ray of light,
See yourself in the eyes
And say:
 
It's me, the clouds dispersed,
Settling the sun in the sky.
This I poured into the ocean gouache
And the blind land of bread.
This is the path I laid out the stars
And the moon has filled milk,
It is fabulous to me the wind
Gives dreams.
Yes, this is my old fairy wind
Gives dreams!