Текст песни Крик сыча - Метафора

Our whole life metaphor
Everything is relative
Tar
spoon your purpose with a spoon

Black, white stripes
In them, both confusion and peace
You can tear your hair from your head
You don't understand, you are blind from birth

* * *
But with the advent of heat, everything is painted in green
So that the foliage is barely noticeable
After all, smoke from the fire of the black
Slowly pulls to smoke on a spinning
* * *
Build sandy locks
By the very shore of the sea
protecting the fence from the sticks
In the hope that they will not be covered with a wave

A cloud the size of a pea
Heaviness in a tone of tons
It will still be easier than the past
which you remembered before going to bed

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