Текст песни Про Пчёl - Пчёлки

Bees fall fly
Instead of a holiday in the water
Forget-me-not tram
The sky looks down

A strange wind rushes through a crack
Among the streets of the sea
Slippery boy smiled
Blackened like an old man

Before a long time
Right after the first things
Little bees are laying house between
The corpse of antiquity and

What is today
Proudly straightening his jacket
Dress the house with chains
Rusty values

The novelty of evening masks
Imagines deliverance
Who does not sleep in the autumn morning
Who will fall asleep to the sound of rain