Текст песни Дездемон Сидоров и Greensheet - Сплин

There are planes above us
They have drunk pilots
A skinny spleen rustles with foil on the heart
Clouds knock down from the sky
Who lived in paradise, they are in a bunch
Laughing under the sun, they fly like a stone

Ani's oil is spilled
We live beautifully
For you the prologue of the story, for me the ending
The cat sleeps on the battery
The fool believes in fairy tales
And stroking the clouds against the grain

Cigarette butts in the toilet
Flowers in a glass vase
Another glass and I'm alone
The pupils' sight will be slammed
The strings will burst from the songs
A skinny spleen rustles with foil on the heart