Текст песни Мрак Шагал - Немее рыб

Wind framed window sleeps,
For the moth pitted shawl from the eternal noise
Water stroking the back of concrete slabs.
People began to Nemea fish

with a book wrapped in a blanket.
We have learned a lot of new,
but that is something we have lost?
between points A and B
And lonah tram stations
I had the opportunity
Direct order of words
Try thousands of combinations.

Time stood still,
After tasting is more than stupid, baseless our quarrels.
I look at myself in the mirror, between matter as between buildings:
There the sky is covered with patches of clouds,
And my heart timid roe stumbles on the slopes of the cliffs.
At the door batters chills.
I froze, ill, fell ill.

Old men occupy benches under the boards.
Under light - quiet deep growl -
Motor, the walls of which meekly impoverished,
Knocks, even to the way he worked hard, came forth to envy damn bull.

In the sky shining ball. Before him, no one to get
And as for you and me,
We did not get under the inscrutable essence of eternal nothingness.