Текст песни Оля и Монстр - Воскресным утром

I melt, melt, dissolve, like a block of ice
Spill, spread like spring water
Silence, in the open window - clouds
I'm lying on Sunday morning, dangling my legs from the ceiling

A sofa is floating in the stuffy air in the kitchen
I wash, wake up, turn off the tap
The dusk of the room is motionless, the clock is ticking
This time is the same as last time.

You're calling again on this weird day.
But reluctant to talk to me, absolutely lazy
Quiet, empty, no one is home, no one is waiting for a call
I'm lying on Sunday morning, dangling my legs from the ceiling