Текст песни Море Ясности и Антон Борисов - Яхта Беда

Between leaves, lines, cells

Strank spiritual clip

stretch years, winter, summer

grandmother for the grandfather, Dage for Rust



I like a factory kettle

With fabricated despair

silence head

what for



I do not sleep, do not eat

I sit in the bushes

all at all

everything is somehow not so



It is a yacht trouble

and questions

with whom

what, where, where

Why, why



From right to left wall

The sea is flashing and bites

My mother sewed his pants

But I'm all the same ass



ran out of cells and rules

Sached from lines and schemes

And leaves your leaves

with nothing



I do not sleep, do not eat

I'm trembling in the bushes

I'm not at all

I somehow not



It is a yacht trouble

and questions

with whom

what where When

Why, why