Текст песни Jess Dale - Испорченные мандарины

Waves smoothly sailed,
Waves dug water pipes,
Of them flowed juice
On the planet piece.
Near the window, I stood near the gossip
Watching a wet cat
Touched rain
And hiding the black.
In his 23 years
I have complicated relationships with God.
June 13th. Summer.
I continue to listen to how the Sky river flows,
This music is mutual
In which nothing unusual
And I often see tigrine leather
Spoiled mandarins.

And my blood is delicious thick cocktail
Plow, wound and drink.
On the coast of such affection
As on the operating table.
Wesnowled roots cacti
With eyebeam needles beach,
Where the soldiers of the sails pulled in the distance
Knowing that it is important not to betray oneself
Just leave, not looking back.