Текст песни Uma2rman - А может это сон

Forget everything
Open the window and step
Smoked snow in the sky
Conversation
At the bottom of the night scrape
Wind cold meters.

Songs smell, growl lights
Torn a wormy night
Something is wrong. Something is wrong here.
No one can help us

Whistling intersections
And along the peeled walls
Are costing teenagers
Not recognizing other topics

And justice is not of the nerve
Sits to the waist in the guts
Housewives husbands infidels
Carry out corpses in bags

Chorus (2 times):
And maybe this is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream?
Well, where are you, Lord!
And maybe this is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream?
Wake me up wake me up

The Bird of Happiness
With shot shoulder
Looking for empty bottles in the rain
Angels from heaven
Smoked fall into the forest
And devils scratch their heads

Songs smell, growl lights
Torn a wormy night
Something is wrong. Something is wrong here.
No one can help us

Whistling intersections
And along the peeled walls
Are costing teenagers
Not recognizing other topics

And justice is not of the nerve
Sits to the waist in the guts
Housewives husbands infidels
Carry out corpses in bags

Chorus (2 times):
And maybe this is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream?
Well, where are you, Lord!
And maybe this is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream?
Wake me up wake me up

Solo.

Chorus (4 times):
And maybe this is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream?
Well, where are you, Lord!
And maybe this is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream?
Wake me up wake me up

Or maybe it's a dream ...
Or maybe it's a dream ...
Or maybe it's a dream ...
Or maybe it's a dream ...