Текст песни Архип Ахмелеев - Сверху Вниз

Whether autumn, or summer
Then Spring, or winter
I do not see Bela Light
I'm going crazy again

I do not know the time of day
Day week, year, number
Dreams with reality I confused
Mind ashes delivered

Like a frightened baby
I clog into the corner
Not help me narcologist
Does not save either damn or God

Need to chant in the oven
Dirty thoughts of dance
Or reject the loop rope
And hang out back - forward

Mi-me-meow meow

Lovely Dalbalonik
I see the black and white hell
Light went out in the whole area
And on the nora everyone is sitting

Rats are harvested by bones
Cats harbor rats
Wind trash is carrying
Bottom to swell and top down
Top down
Top down
From below
Top down
Can jump from above down
Top down
Top down
Top down
Top down