Текст песни Пластик - Синее Солнце

Blue-blue sun.
Drawing on the water.
If he wants, he will return.
Will find you everywhere.
Don't bury your hands
Weigh all the pros and cons
Hanging on thin strings
Artificial eyes.

Weakness, worthless old age ...
An attack in front of everyone ...
It remains to search for impressions
Only in nightmares.
Too boring to seem
A genius to charred walls
To touch again and again
To the veins hidden in my hands ...