Текст песни синее синее небо - калейдоскоп синевы

Multicolored pastel bricks
Multicolored grass marksters
Draised Malinki bushes
Such a small pit under the drain
Green fruit green
Misappleged a little while so let
Well, they warm in the sun
I'll get shat myself so far

Lonely hands of the Father
Handful of raspberries straight from the hands right in the mouth
All in Byruna forgotten Sadok
Eh because there were times and let
It is scattered too
Who thought immediately orphan
Rain wind somewhere in the church call
Who born will certainly understand

What does not stand leaves mathematics
What is not worth the sun algebra spaces
That no need to devils neither the fuses are neither powder
Wonderful kaleidoscope blue
Everyone has in hand

I live in your favorite temple from childhood
In this temple of the Cane Dome
In this temple, bird licks on the branches
This temple is very nice
Oh go look at home
On the shabby foreheads and noses
Pipes city yes left park
Dials and tanks by the gous

Will not take not regret
Do not add not to notice
Not read not read
Will not hear will not burn
Yes you will not let and let go
Yes cold handmakers
To star
But does not warm, but does not like
But not waiting, but not mine

And I sat on concrete slabs yes I looked
Loved the rastogan was and understood sharply
Sharply understood

In the embroidery I like a little pan
With a birch birch machine
With cornflowers of very sincere eyes
I look for my own in the fence prolase
And the sky is quiet
Sky is watching
Clouds to us sends
Delighted movement
Proud Chervillas
And the land is native
Roots and color swallow
Don't get used
I'm not afraid to get lost

After all, there are no stems mathematics ...

Coupling EM D C H
Chorus c d em