Текст песни синее синее небо - праздник

HOLIDAY

I've been late for a parade
I did not get a cardboard checkbox again
Owned all my apple garden
Closing the White Drainage

Probably all that remains with you
Hope on emptiness
Tinted sad tied to the tail
Our Picked Holiday

I again lay down the day
And again the sun shouted brightly in the window
Someone again pounded into my door
Probably called to drink ethanol

And I do not know where to lean
It's a star sky that over your head
I would have something to be
Mute in your abyss