Текст песни ---------- - в солнечных числах

We are drowning in numbers, in the bright sun spots,
in sunflower oil and mint bushes.
whimsical cats sleepless nights.
suck honey on a teaspoon.
guests leave their shadows come
and in conversations give birth to dark themes.
the clatter of dishes, mugs kisses,
paper airplane circling over the house.
lark between window panes -
he's dead, juice morning, he expired.
One year, a year off between us,
crowded wine, cotton candy and poems.
drives a finger on the glass
child, so he was alone.
he does not know what's inside,
What is there so much off.
Star - tasteless candy wrappers,
they reflect our light with you.
Look at the sky - they jump like fleas.
stars can only dream of children,
that, as we are alone?
We are drowning in spots, in bright sunshine numbers
fall from the trees, break the clavicle.
We drown in the grass, and the songs we sing,
which will become when we die.