Текст песни finnvey - тысяча вопросов

Have you ever drank chamomile tea at dawn,
Wrapped in a light snoozing comfortably on the shoulders of madness trail?
Perhaps you've heard singing on the tape grass,
What I wrote in the memory, let the sea of ​​oblivion in the drift?

Whether carried forward rays, blinding consciousness and your eyes,
Flushing your mind in a little tart, but sweet wine?
With a knife if crumbs were collected in the heat swollen lips
Cutting pieces of the universe that has become familiar in its novelty?

You have seen how fly butterfly stomachs of unrequited lovers?
You've heard the songs of mermaids that the foam goes laughing?
Have you watched a silent movie about irresponsible tamed,
Whose pale fingers digging into oblivion in vain ligature.

No, it is not life. It is not even someone's imagination.
Just a game that can easily result.
It's a song that I sang my angel with a convenient opportunity,
Just a cup with rim, where tears are mixed with milk.