Текст песни У потолка. - Пропадаем в облаках.

Live without straining your ears,
To listen with half an ear,
To see the corner of his eye,
Something that is not immediately noticeable
To undress at night
Baring your heart
Feeling I 'am sorry
Departing stories
good riddance to
to go a little
Looking in the book to see Figo
Looking through the windows to see the windows
Come on ...
You're all wet ......
Yes, everything is not so ...
Not so bad ...

Somewhere near the ceiling
Lost in the clouds
While away the evening until morning

He studied himself in the outside
To see the puddles in the sea
To see the mountains of nonsense
To stars like spinners
In this black ocean
We do not like fish caught
In order for us as best as possible
Began to hear our souls
Look In ......
I need it ...
I'm so ......
Otherwise "boring" ......

Somewhere near the ceiling
Lost in the clouds
While away the evening until morning

There is a special art
Trust your sixth sense
Check it in practice
In the finger dance and bed
Get ready ...
Flew ...
Everything is so ...
As we wanted ......

Somewhere near the ceiling
Lost in the clouds
While away the evening until morning