Текст песни Соломенные еноты - Цветики

Ah you are my flowers, asters chrysanthemum
There is no happiness for love, no topic for verses ...
People walk in the morning through the courtyard,
Yes, right in a black hole, damned folk!

Premature sip of solar smoke,
Grinning a day passing by
See how they stand at home opposite each other,
Know, a prison is preparing to be to your services ...

And once you will turn into stellar dust!

Let him be locked with an ancient cassette,
Breaking into pieces of web internet
Still happens only to icons
Although in Tigritz turn, even in chameleon ...

Spring at the dress with snow
Life broken very lousse under his feet,
Unresolved with you melted theorems,
Oh, you are my flowers, asters-chrysanthemum ...

And you no longer - only stupid star dust ...

In the Universe, no one is sitting locked up
And on the Milky Way, everyone decided to save!

And you no longer - only stupid star dust!

There is no happiness for love, no topic for verses ...