Текст песни Teo Do - Парашюты

hint, hint that random
I think, and what will hit the fact
on the back of a snow-white, sad,
thrifty place in places.
circle me sleeping with chalk,
along the perimeter of the ribbon-harnesses.
icy indifference
break the rings on parachutes

and you follow me again
I shout to the yards - let
you are the most beautiful of all troubles
who changed my essence
hopeless and full of holes
overwriting and not a fact
who was the last of us to fly
who was left lying there