Текст песни Черепанов Иван - Абсурд

My old friend is Absurd
Woke up at exactly five
And lighting a star
What was so disturbing to sleep
He paved the route
From bed to heaven.
And I'll follow him
It’s better with him than without.

Ships sail away ...
The islands of the mad creator of human ideas are melting!
- "Oh, hushed up ...
I'd rather find something sooner. "

My strange friend Absurd
With a smirk looks into the distance
And I would not fall asleep.
Asleep it will be a pity
What not to return
My illusory world.
It's easier for me to drown
How to hear the groans of lyre.