Текст песни IDEEM - Мудрость

Count to one hundred ,
Then stop .
Pusta
Left cell .
Breast prison .
In all my faces -
fables ,
Slaver.

I 'm playing .

I'm the wind in the sails ,
In your hair .
Again, it is difficult to
To cope with a voice .
Addresses in full,
The poles , strips , wheels -
Each himself wrote out the heavens .

In this crazy - gray winter morning
I will go outside -
Touching rowan ,
Its berries inappropriate
The powdered sugar .
To come back alive ,
And from your lips
Again become wise .