Текст песни Белькар - Мысли и Слова

Flow from one head
Into another sick head
Thoughts and poems clinging to
Hair, eyes ... by breath
They flow, collapsing in words,
Losing meaning in seconds.
Pull the clouds and squeeze the darkness ...
Or just like that - at will.

Let there are too many different words in the world
Many notes, and different handwriting on the notebook ...
Thoughts all flow over many worlds
And disappear. There are so many stages of poetry ...

Light inside, like a feather in a pillow -
But with every sound more weight
More nonsense. Dust in your face
He writes and sings, but everything is not true ...
I'm breaking my world to pieces
And I send you by mail ...
... maybe it will come - or along the way,
Forgive me, I'm lost ...

Let there are too many different words in the world
Many notes, and different handwriting on the notebook ...
Thoughts all flow over many worlds
And disappear. There are so many stages of poetry ...