Текст песни iosipov - бумажные корабли

Quiet coughing weary day
Othmer seconds
Choking in their dust
How to watch a terminally ill
With honed mechanism
And quietly coughed weary day
The streams flow down your throat
Spilling out of the sea
Troubled in someone's hands
I saw the clouds on a screen
On freckles lashes
Somewhere from far away
I'll wait a long time
And crush in his hands
Cardboard sun burns
Paper cloud
And the streets were sailing home
Drowned in the leaves
As ships lined
We filmed cats tree network
But entangled themselves in them
We put ourselves fins
Not sculpting gills
Just painted and
In your throat drain ruci
hand draw a doubt
But whose are they whose
According dried streams
Vcdohnuvshi from the ground
Vane wind carried
Paper ships