Текст песни Операция Пластилин - Мартовской грязью

breathe the sweet smoke your cigarettes
snow sculpting verses in my head
throw their native window.
but ..
no .
I'm chained to this city. I captured
captive
memory hospital corridor ..
in
that she was ready to let go, blowing on his hand
and by
which is really expensive ..

I began the March mud puddles mirror ,
wherein the sole passers
paper boat and shower
are the same . the skin
running brooks spring
and it seems like a puddle -
only static rain

Say , you're waiting for me ?