Текст песни Uliss Perpetuum - Позови меня

Call me when Aldos Huxley will die,
When Hemingway comes out of the feed.
If you are finished paint,
Come, I will give a little my own.
She is the same gray as cafes cans,
How cheap bread like yesterday.
Come, take guns and riding helmets,
And we will declare war, although B for a couple of weeks.
And it is better to arrange autumn and outbound leaves,
Beautiful and dead, like Edgar Pia.
And lay herbarium from annoying thoughts,
By sending them to the diary prison.
Call me in the summer - a ticket for August
Buy. On the crossing - to change horses.
But on the radio: "Walked in the drink of Oldos Huxley."
But in the newspapers: "Hemingway died from cancer."

Forget me. This castle was waved wave.
Vasilki in the fields beat the last winter.
Forget about the south - go north,
Where the sadness will fit your fabulous cerber ...

Call me ... Forget me ...