Текст песни Грибов А. - Мышка

Quietly, quietly mouse is looking for output
In the rods of the silent laughing sill.
Quietly, quietly hearts will eat,
Conducting a graceful look into the abyss of the ceiling.

Further ... Further the wind will become older,
Shipyankokokocha overlooking the temple.
More often, more often cold will be dark
Fingers cut dry free slicing.

It was a warm and cold sky,
It was happiness and was melancholy ...
Quietly, quietly mouse is looking for output
In the rods of the silent gilded sill.