Текст песни Самое большое простое число - Метеоры, кометы, болиды

I think it does not come up with the word
I think it does not come up with the word
I think it does not come up with the word
I think it does not come up with the word
I think it does not come up with the word
I think it does not come up with the word
I think it does not come up with the word
I think it does not come up with the word
I do not think it came up with a word for it -
How do you bit her lip at the insult,
And over the heads again and again
Carried meteors, comets, fireballs -
And I did not dare, and are you looking,
And past the planets and stars were flying
Guba turned white, his lip color chalk
No need to climb over the bed,
I do not think it came up with a word for it.
Inside I struggled a torn sail
And I was ready, and you're not ready,
And you were quiet, and I - chaos.

I was quiet, and you - chaos.