Текст песни и птицы победно упали в траву - радость хирургической операции

soft wall cubic rooms ,
where we live,
suppress our apathy
rushing distance trains

Swaying in water,
we look at the square clouds
do not hesitate to hair, nails , and saliva ,
and panic ceilings

without getting tired . Do not be surprised
why our hands are covered with rubber,
We delight in the endless lepim
parallelepipeds from plasticine

we are in a frenzy on the carousel
to accept a gift of green birds ,
sing , sharing the joy of the last
surgery