Текст песни 8.Мумий тролль - Клубничная

Where no one else has seen me,
Where nobody else knows you
We lie on stones like seals
Or as they put it,
Spread out under the hurricane sun

We will fly to the moon moon moon ... e!
Let's play on glasses to a boil
We are retreating by the aviation fleet,
This woman is smeared with jam.

Hijacked catamarans
Overtook the sun and
Very different stars
And you can't write it down with your teeth
On the lip on the bottom -
All!
A little bit left, no patience
The wait is sour :(

Write everything down in the sand with your fingernails,
Tear on patterns with third blue foam,
He did not answer the sun, but wrote it down with words,
Ants fell on the tiled walls

Drunk, drunk ...

Drunk with honey, with an exciting chest
If he chose-
On! try to take it away
Roll my scarf up to the elbow
And spread your knees with alcohol,
I took half the sky for us for the night,
I just forgot to take the address ...
What should I say to the taxi driver now?

Now what to lie to you?