Текст песни Да-Ли - Самолёт

The plane , like my star
In the window -

It flashes ,
That in smithereens

All the dreams and you in me himself

Barely holding on ,
lukewarm

Void , the northern melancholy ,
Infinity

And silence about herself ,
And carelessness

strange -
Entrance where output

And not just there

I do not thin,
I'm not flexible ,

not in half

Do not be sad -
I do not have a line ,
All their course

Only striped thoughts
Painfully scratching ,
My breath oxygen