Текст песни градация я. - детское

It's scary that suddenly I don't get the stars
A friend will declare the time of war
Pooh will fall in September, not June,
The knock will avert suspicion of the bullet.

Morning, walk forward on tiptoes
As if you are breaking an apartment into dots.
I will pack you in these lines in a day.
Jokes, jackets, and these little tracks.

The heart is covered with bronze dust
Childhood was taken out and forgotten.
Fidelity to the dream was spilled with salt
North to south, key in the mezzanine.

A bunch of stars, a friend with a gift,
Boy with roses, wool on his heels.
Everything is the same, we are in the apartment
Childhood was taken out and forgotten.