Текст песни Пустое множество - Коробка с карандашами

I draw on a piece of
black city in the distance
horizon yellow fog
city ​​catches the city eats
there are many dangerous places
I leave it to you

I draw on a piece of
pain in dilated pupils
colored lights light
wonderful little people
that in the dream with me singing
in this world there is no place I

in a box of crayons
catch the ears
absurd fear
in a box of crayons
the clouds
heaven