Текст песни Tau Kita - Flying In The Rain

Paradoxes

Square circle spilling ,
Rastёrtym stone pour in the water,
Breaking down into small pieces ,
Water elastic smooth rock.

First splash this silent ,
As if the string broke ,
And again , as if a swarm of huge,
Tormented my hearing silence.

I will not shed a stone ,
On a wet steel bliss ,
I want to live a quiet life ,
Going down a minute down , walk across the sky.