Текст песни менталитет краба. - белые ночи.

No matter how rain runs down the rooftops, your eyelids will not become more weighty. You and I have been breathing for a day, filling ourselves with gold, not oxygen.
And we have roses instead of lungs.
They wrap us in a burgundy caftan,
They force me to turn on the tape recorder, something in "minor". Today we do not sleep until late, not admiring the stars, but the flowers that bloom in us, after expanding with the roots of sadness.

I remember everything. But I seem to forget like a dream:
What are they,
White Nights?