Текст песни Арт - Радужные Феньки

Spring floats from under dirty soles,
Unnatural needles of wet branches,
Rising and falling, my clouds
They lose scraps of cheap ideas.

I'm oozing from my chest with nervous joy,
By streams of victory of frozen glasses,
And the threads are woven into a tight ball,
Losing my mind from paints and dreams.

Houses and portraits of wanton people
Smiling between the annoying fish.
Hitting and crying, but from bump to bush,
Glare of unripe water rises.

The rings of rainbow fennec fox wraps around me
Germinating from the throat exclusively during the day,
Only at night, when the moon pours in water,
The questions remain: "why do we live like this?" ..

Thoughts bully and go shaking
And the brain puffs up in a comfortable paradise.
Gather all of us on the underground flat,
So that the strings dig into the throw-up dawn ...

And a justified holiday, a child who is not asleep,
Slips everything by and hurries somewhere,
Through bodies, carving, our time is like butter
Serenity in eternity flies the earth.

22.03.2010.