Текст песни Маклай О - Очень Быстрый Театр

Poets with the planet rushing to the cuvette
Their songs of the Sweet, from Spet's Song!
It remains tired to shake ash
And with horror, tickpoints in notepad. Purchases.
Night undresses drunk students,
Someone portraits flashed from the screens,
On the street again burn fireworks,
Over the window passed another summer.
Somewhere comes tomorrow -
This is a very fast theater,
I would save items
and forever stay at this train station.
And maybe all this is banal -
Happy member ticket
in which we are always twenty
And not one reason for what would part!
Poets with the planet are waiting for sublimation,
They accompany transparencies and ribbons,
They do not see how children grow up
Cup and scent on the background of dawns.
Here is the light of the windows,
And there - a black and white film ...
And maybe we are the same children -
Stayed the elders on this planet.