Текст песни Бочарова Полина - 9 вал

In my apartment politkarte
we were missing ceilings.
Too white, not too blue.
There are not, as sand and ostrich.

From floors to reach the lampshade,
Top do not care to be the adult.
Absorb, bozhas not wake up,
The ceiling covers the body

The Ninth Wave ..
tenth wave

At the helm stand without stooping,
Up to escape through two steps,
Catching his breath, to put on stilts,
Screw, break your knees.

Forces sit and fly left,
It became boring to go down,
Change the orientation and transport:
I was drowning for this weakness

tenth wave
tenth wave

To reconcile, not to promise
With its wrest back
I forgive the ceiling water,
Among the rags and cans I correct card.

If the glare from headlights on the wallpaper
Make noise at night, frequent
Closed his eyes, count
Ninth flash flotilla

tenth wave
tenth wave