Текст песни Дельфин - утро

Milk runs from the package cavity
Corners of the lips on the cheeks down stretches ,
Filling figures of its density ,
And more and more begins to like ,

When fragments of white grabbing his throat.
In the gums get cool nerves black holes .
I had fed , mined today throat
Piece torn from a gray body of the world.

A table with white snow happy.
Mother-of- pearl hangs momentarily .
And a long string of beads falls
On a fine spray of shot, kisnet .