Текст песни гречка - Твоя Мать Тебе Лжёт

Too real dream
Too much laughter
Crumpled jacket
Hand in my hand
Point the way with your finger
To the tiny firmament
All people lie
But your mother is lying to you

Snow, stuffiness and thunder
Seem the norm here
Strange landscape
Whole, whole, but not all
Sky kaleidoscope
Confused with paint iodine
All people lie
But your mother is lying to you

I eat sunset for breakfast
And wash it down with a song
Where together
We hide in the clouds
The reasons for our results
As in childhood

I don't know how to tell you
I don't know how much you can think of you
Subscribed copybook
All pages in your handwriting, but not about me

Newspaper scraps
Your gentle quiet laugh
I don’t remember anything in the morning