Текст песни Detitled Afterparty - За острым забором сна

The inscription on the black wall reflects all our ideas,
white chalk circles on the smooth brick sheets
withdrawn away from one another body,
bred ends this vechnosvedёnnym bridges.

Half of the land half the land overshadowed,
in the mist of dreams, which is a sharp fence,
I thought that a little one for two blanket
I was pulling on the cargo daily worries,

in order to make it easier and easier to you there,
on the edges of slippery roads and sticky,
we were holding rocks that Los
codend thrown into seemingly bottomless bays.

And we, too, threw them into the abyss of paint,
and the rain, the ground was cut in half, while flying.
And again we would like to leave their narrow-mindedness.
And all the same in the morning woke up in his bed.