Текст песни Эрнесто Заткнитесь - Мультивселенная Печаль

I’ll only tell the landscape
And around his charts:
Everything seems to me, I'm hidden by someone
In a wooden smelling closet.

It seems to me that I am not there
Or somewhere there is the right self.
Time passes by the yards of the planet.
Looking for the time of human raw materials.

It seems to me that I'm not published
And in some archives I gather dust.
Without me in foam block huts
Book Russia is growing.

And designer lined with snow
New Year's someone's porch.
The sky is busy pinto.
And someone dreamed for some reason
My detached face ...