Текст песни Фёдор Маливанов - ВЫСОКО

Where it's dark, there's no music, where it's ruined all day
There lies a very bad man
Dissatisfied with myself and others
However, he also enjoyed the dream for a long time
And even parhal pretty easily
Maybe like a bird, maybe like a bumblebee or-or
but high high

Gloomy sky paper napkin
Photo collage unfamiliar street
We watch through the keyhole
And the outlines themselves are drawn

Something like something familiar
Leaves of cardboard are planted on branches
Weightless figures run past
We watch through the keyhole