Lyrics Loymer - Ласточки

Swallows cling to the ground, as if knowing that the sky
Painted on the ceiling
The dusty waves fall,
Dream and melt
In the left hand

Scarlet Dogs Eat Clouds Above Hill in Necklaces
The terrain is dark and a bit dry.
In perpetual hangover

Swallows huddle up to the waves, as if hoping
On a sip of blue
Birds like foliage do not know how
Sleep among dead grass

Birds like a hurricane
In the air, writing patterns with a black pen
The lines fall back and cover
Soft carpet time