Текст песни Сергей Купин - Туризм

With selfless autumn thunder
I walked through the woods together.
How could I dream of a home
If we all live at a party?

I dropped the newspaper on the floor
On the way to the kitchen, he disappeared ...
We're passing through this world
Unreservedly cruel wonders

In the fridge of a bank of emotions
I ate a spoon, and learn the twist!
If life is not bad anyway,
It may be that you are a conformist

Only in the rainbow caresses of a coma
Figurines, butterflies, snow ...
How could you dream of a home
Oh my dreamy man?