Текст песни Evan Gard - 9. Всем хорошего дня

Brown porridge
He spurted from under the wheels of cars.
My town blacker than soot
at this time unsociable.
The sky above me blindly,
in the sky white eyes.
I breathe out the window
such as strange as I do.

Chorus:

And I wish you all a good day!
And I wish you all a good day!

And maybe, wires
jacks stretched vnatyag,
And maybe, smoke hot pipe
It melted in the air flying.
And outside is a lantern,
so lonely as a child,
giving light in broad daylight
as strange as I do.

Chorus.

And outside spring again
brings cold winds.
Crow croaks: "Look
you're my black eye! "
And I'm still waiting for the melt,
streamed heaven
and a bright light falls upon me in the eye,
like a drop of tin.

Chorus:

And wish you all a good day!
And wish you all a good day!