Текст песни Галатея и Зга - Квадрат

My square is four walls,
Fifth corner - your eyes.
Ceiling - midnight dreams.
From the bottom up will be the output.

Too early, so that all first,
Too late, so that everything is as it should.
Break off
Through an insensitive blockade.

On outstretched down rays -
Happiness to everyone who does not hide persons.
Too quiet to be silent
Too dirty to fall nits

Together with crying beasts,
That the universe is torn apart
Drag into holes and moate pits,
Make the bone and are looking for power.

There will be a moan - as a wall ringing,
Sound of sadness - not from the ceiling,
Cut microphone
Unproved string.

And until the fun went away -
Make out of trouble icons
Fog in the teeth of other charters
Under the star of his law.

Everything will end on time when
Time run out of wounds
And unsounded water
Spacing a glass into pieces.

I play on the edge of the foul,
Panting in the sledding.
Too closely for rock and roll.
Sorry, there will be no free.

Too closely, but take a step -
All borders will fed fire
How any fist will disappear
If you take and dismiss palm.