Текст песни Семен Бросалин - Смысла - его нет

Road Dust, yes, in the palm of the scoop
We wake up in search of water,
Wake up to the rump, of barley.
Miss - red eyes.

A water and were not, and there was no water and

Passed inside the grass,
A throat filled eyes.
We looked at the latest news,
Yes, in bed I thought vulgar.

And love and not love and not.

Ran his hand under the bed
They were looking for the secret meaning,
Under the bed, one dark.
A hand is still empty.

Meaning it is not, then there is no meaning.

Peal of the sun in the horizon.
Spin in the soft grass.
Warm your hands directly under your head.
Yes, between the lips - a straw.

The sun is there, the straw-that is, have warm hands, and there is no sense to it.