Текст песни Поворот против себя - Кисломолочное небо

Words: Alexander Napavalov
Music: Roman Potemkin

Fermented milk sky sleeping areas womb
Window looks muddy, yellow traffic light.
Bus stop. Tearing in the wind flag of the body.
Strongly taking the right in the end it turns to the left.

Overdue explanation stifling regulations,
Doubtful arguments, jammed to the bottom holes
Yawning universal happiness in the context of current events.

Blessed are born to crawl and other poor in spirit,
Low current power together in a long-standing habit.
The monstrous tale about how the girl strike sharply matches:
I burned them, trying to keep warm, burning matches and went out.

No one no one should not, nothing would not have to.
Snow deafening falls from the sky to the ground softly.
In exactly the same way one day someone will come after you.