Текст песни Robin's Book - Месяц с медом на Кубе

Bombs! Chandeliers! Proceedings of the bass!
Your psychic wound to a maximum voliumy.
Looks! Tears! The entire set of your minutes!
It melts in boiling water so here: "Pshshshshsh" asperin.
Against! According to the wind! Sculpts mat and check!
I have a star on the pitch their panting belly.
And the days of sitting in ambush, and front and rear
And on the inversion. All are stupid! And more ...
Do not bulking much sand. On viskar! Stitches in the drum!
Do not sleep and stars flipping smoking Staf!
Month of honey in Cuba!
Month of honey in Cuba!
Month of honey in Cuba!
Month of honey in Cuba!
I again under a bushel and confused!
Arrived and smoldering shell hole!
Silence. Then a minute. And then…
Cleave to the roof of the cloud and silence!
Slept! Sel! Got up! Who is there? Who are we?
Your psychic wound to a maximum voliumy!
And the days of sitting in ambush, and front and rear
And on the inversion. All are stupid! And more ...
Do not bulking much sand. On viskar! Stitches in the drum!
Do not sleep and stars flipping smoking Staf!
Month of honey in Cuba!
Month of honey in Cuba!
Month of honey in Cuba!
Month of honey in Cuba!