Текст песни Театр Яда - На белом потолке

On white ceiling
I see your face. Without shadows, and even without eyes
In my house too light

But the evening lowers seeds
His long and furry hair
And I see your eyes, I see your face.
Here every evening in the kitchen
You come to life in darkness.
You tell me something,
But your speeches are not for me.
I do not understand their meaning. And however, why are they me?
The main thing is that you come,
Every evening to me.

You are my first day, you are my cry, fright
You are my thirst to drink
But drinking is too bitter taste