Текст песни Восстановительная Сила - Больничное детство

My love, Nadia Izmailov,
12 walkers without small,
fell asleep on a white bed
In the next fourth chamber.

Ah, after a night operation.
Bent over her acacia,
And birds are almost without an effort
Pour the animal wings.

When "freezing" ends
On the thread of the heart swinging
Moment more - and wade
At the bottom of the ice well.

Hurry a second to death
So that bapping bricks knocked out.
Thickest boys hands
In the flour of stucco and flour.

We depart wide windows,
Where the stars look by voloki
And nearby - bed bed -
We will fly across the sky.

Who is sick, he alive and hopes
That plaster like flour is swearing
And the memory like branches of acacia,
Everything will be in the heart.