Текст песни Цэ.Пэ. - Снится

I dream that everything is just a dream
Eyelashes stuck together
I won't wake up, I won't be born
I dream, I dream
A killer's conscience is a dead bird
She can't fall, she can't fly, she can't crash
I dream that everything is only dreaming of her
She dreams, she dreams

I can't tell her, I can't tell her
We're lonely like the rain that knocks on the windows
While our sun knits on the needles
City, streets, faces.
Wine, cloves, cinnamon
And if you want to know everything that happens to us
Open the book to the last page
Close your eyes, this is all you dream