Текст песни Паническая Атака - Штиль

All words are drowned in music
The sea is yellow and fetid.
I so wanted to become a constellation
Destined to be a ghostly comet.

They scared us with a fluffy devil
We were frightened with a mustachioed priest
They weren't scary at all
Compared to what we've seen.

My boat is sailing on vomit
The pale flag is suicidal raised.
In the hold, rainbow ice and canned food
I am still far from the pier.

In the sky, children scream and pray
They do their nasty bodies.
I sit and count numbers
Waiting for the winds and old age.

There hedgehogs will meet on the pier
There will be conversations and songs
And the funny elephants are happy
Canned food with a rainbow will be opened for me.