Текст песни и птицы победно упали в траву - радость хирургической операции

soft wall cubic rooms ,
where we live ,
suppress our apathy
rushing into the distance trains

swaying in the water,
we look at the square clouds
do not hesitate to hair, nails, and saliva ,
and panic ceilings

without getting tired . Do not be surprised
why our hands are covered with rubber,
we are in an infinite delight lepim
parallelepipeds of plasticine

we are in a frenzy on the carousel
accept a gift of green birds ,
sing , sharing the joy of the last
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