Текст песни Александр Лаэртский и Волосатое стекло - Грибной дождь

In the morning will bring the milk in the truck,
Reflections of sun glasses in the building,
They run to the bus people, pawns,
You swung his legs from the bed creaking.

And you sit and wait mushroom rain.

Night - insomnia, day - drugs,
Persons velvet, red fly,
Nobody is in the insulin shock,
Somewhere it falls into the black flour.

And you sit and wait mushroom rain.