Текст песни Ажиотаж - Хватит

Sensitive sleep, light, subtle, rays
The clinking of mirrors is so much too insulting
You know, I can't see the text on the wall.
I can't hear the thoughts outside
Yes, so dull and disgusting ...
Enough

Carousel, polyphonic pastel
So close that they spin almost in sync
Tenderness of poses, from stems, dried roses
In ammonia and like with pain everything is forgotten

Enough stops at the edge
Frightened "I love"
Stop the sun to burn your eyes
Close up in gray
Enough