Текст песни Orange House - Пять минут до

That year I go to bed at seven in the morning - get up at eight
The usual entrance into the world after a couple of cups of coffee
Dream in a box behind a pile of plans that will soon collapse,
Forgetting the kitchen open gas hopefully sister Kerry forgive us.

And no offense, no one wants you dead for a long time.
Let's not in the rhythm of our life - not a collection of Murphy's laws.
Do you believe in the light, and apples (René Magritte), in the veracity of - yes, no,
People that have sworn and you believed - fucking world you no longer fuck.

Week number of eyes without color - not a good sign.
See a. I was not happy even with a past life
Dream in a box - in a closet deeper, more secret
Depends to a deadline, hung, like a corpse, and all used to that hopeless lie.

Our common running, where once more than to fall in love again
Tired of milestones - meaning invented fucking plans.
In love with life, razuverenny valid word of honor
Again - the second floor, on the rusty veins, baby sleeps downstairs
Nervously.