Текст песни Свара - Гипсовый котик

The gypsum cat is hidden in a closet,
   A thrill of the heart - in a pool of doubt
   My eyes drowned in a dirty glass
   Hastily leaving the world of dreams.

   The pain melted in the spring rain
   Joy lay in a rotting corpse
   You melted like cheese over fire
   A dusty bird fell from a branch.

   The smoke cleared, the clang of metal died down,
   The tired sun fell into the bushes
   The mental stink of fried bacon,
   The shutters slammed, blackened in the window.

   To a hysterical note you walked on stones
   Through a wet body - into a ringing stream
   Along the strings of the soul - to the cherry orchards
   I fell into the void, blocking the ceiling.