Текст песни Потаня - Лирическое исступление

Poems: E.Clevlev Music: Potany

And was once piled
Our white light - and, between us,
Nice to call
own - things - names
and talk: ring, arrow
And the flood of foam! -
What are the loud cases,
What a slight wealth ...
Like this, length, and width,
and angularity and ovality:
We called names -
And things immediately respond.
But schos, not in full eye,
all this time life is different
Heathly looked at us
our troubled hour waving, -
Art ... who is to blame
that you have always joking with us
And forced to call
Studies - things - names!