Текст песни CLEVER CLOVER - Псом

We have high goals
Low prices
Thin veins and
Deep scene
I do not want to be a stone
Being a scoundrel
I do not want to fly and after
Fall face in the dirt

I wanna be your dog

Struggling to move back
Of all the mouths to be heard
With all of heaven ladder
Of all the ceilings weighed
Of all the ceilings is weighed
Because of all the frantic poems
Of all now and then
Struggling to be your dog