Текст песни Набросок - Серебро дождя

Silver rain on the easel windows,
Water Choir Museum of Heavenly Brotherhood,
Crushed raw coal
Clouds, Moticed Foot
Pudded glass on boiled road arrows,
Caps of thunderbiles,
The sadness of the twisted air was able
And cardiac tight of indifference.
Gmur of the worldly canvas, songs of torn strings,
In the cords of the smell pale,
Night Stealing Fox, Fireless Stars Raisin
Hidden in cotton sleeves.
Lipnet's sleep, and rainy fraction
Everything is knocking weather neurosis,
I stand at the window, I think up to three,
And I miss the famous thunderstorms,
Taking off the nets of the skies of heaven,
Lipnet rain sheets, sleep eats eyes,
Silver frozen in a crystal look
Dead streets, tired houses and quarters.