Текст песни Гера Столицына - Рыбы

fish

sad fish - tired - on the water,
from its groundless hardness in the blue -
instantly riskuschey light traces of co-
blur, whose fin like a hand. in Neveu
-day living until it is the turn
sophisticated and dangerous drunken hands
catcher in shock wakes predatory sound -
as the clang of reflection in the surface of the ice -

perhaps those fish seem to themselves Leahy,
but is dis-edit the bottom contours of persons -
and now -
Crater degenerates into the cage elements.
wounded fin Ihtiandrovoy change down.

sad fish entrapment born.
their home is a t-Retained saltiness of tears,
but attracts a prospect identified trail
with loose gold sand bliss vines.
and these fish blend in with the empty-one -
and the house they were not home - and travel along stiffer pitch.

seas it hurts them the identity of the
elements, where each fin tame salt