Текст песни Сима невыносима - бестеЛЕСной

Morning whitish inside stirs
Crick bird of forests.
That would hear the noise field,
Being incorporeal want

Forest,
Sleepy spring,
Laska barefoot,
Himself.

Hit the key spring day
The iridescent fabric
The sun bakes so hard glare
I want to be immaterial.

Fabrics made from herbs,
Hard temper temper,
Trampling down death by death,
A different life bestowing.