Текст песни soulsadpoet - мистер оранжевый

In the waves of reality I was trying to drown,
strange idea I'm drawn to the bottom of the magnet
Remembering all forgotten,
 splashed Lipton green tea with lemon,
 moments from the past hit in the head
I keep all your heart to hope because little time left
Mr. Orange is on the face of the target
Through a stop, the tram lines and stations
Boastfully show stripes on his old knapsack
Night idleness makes his case
The wind is trying to draw the sun on the white chalk ground
deprive me correctly
and stripped my line into two parts
wiping his feet on the asphalt, you are looking for the most happiness
dawn at grabbing too good in fact become dust in the eyes
shoot their fear because everything is not just
take a chance to press the start, until he was old
Let's wait for March, while I still have not slept
Forrest Gump of the alley to the house
a lamp in the clothes the day we are drowning
instead read books dream interpretation, we play different roles with you
abstract trip in the forest on the Great
plus a book in the hands of Paul Ekman
says something somewhere without Roma
although it is a light in the living room, but nobody's home
I came out of the summer through dilapidated porches
if I could hear yours if
my former friend said that the festival will be on my street
soon the ninth month of the year and the calendar slouches
next to a black and white style, and notes in a notebook
but you still dream ever learn to fly
I dream to look at the stars through life, through the transparent arms
shy sounds painting realism tight pants
lack of sleep mode, fell asleep in her clothes woke up in the same
and I'm still writing, though lost rod
I could go on, but the language appeared splinters
try again to answer my questions