Текст песни ФэТэ - Белый туман

I wake up in the morning
Make a bed
And again and again
I'm going to die

White viscous fog
Covers the eyes
I can not understand
Where is the front, where is the back

Where is my head
And where is my soul?
Painted pupils
Make horse racing

How the stream flies
Thoughts of a wonderful sip
All the same, all the same, but-but-but
I climb to the ceiling

White viscous fog
Covers the eyes
I can not understand
Where is the front, where is the back

White viscous fog
Covers the eyes
I can not understand
Where is the front, where is the back

Front where back
Front where back
Front where back