Текст песни Розовые очки от Ferre - лужи

GilliA]
Waking up in the morning to hear her opinion,
It is unlikely that there is something else ... In this room are lit
Candles, forgotten in the evening ...
There umeschayas warm spirit and speech
Carelessness air tired and slowly ...
But he still sleeps ... Of course finite
Calendars and I have nothing to cover here,
But neither the spirit is eternal it?
While somewhere else sleep empty cellars
On the streets looking for the beginning of the puddle,
Flowing rivers overlapping outputs ...
So we stay here until the weekend ...

Laiola_______________________
Pink clouds,
Disposable bed jacket
It cools down and slept,
With us stacks of sleep ...
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[GilliA]
And later wrote verses, recited albums
And sang choruses on Shakespeare's sonnets ...
Thanks for that ... It is a pity that in our crops,
There were a lot of things, but a little on the case ...
Buckets, cover ... hear how the sky has
Excess moisture on the roof ...
The windows are open, wet windowsills,
But we have not dropped to pass in any way ...
Loyola, sadness, light, ideals ... Lai
Spirits bottles of bottled,
Design smells in the room,
Ringtones quietly from miniature speakers ...
To have time to talk about everything, about many things,
Then drown thought in sensations of new,
And in the evening after many years
Back in memory ... but while we were sleeping ...