Текст песни Флуктуация разума - Стены жёлты

Every day he was getting closer and closer ,
You sensed his gut it,
Bated once under the roof,
Slid to the eye you like walleye .

He wandered along the bottom of your youth ,
Like a mouse gnawing inside you ,
Propelled once on stupidity
Someone will say & quot; typing in sin & quot ;.

You're under the colorful sky patches
Hiding something there in the depths,
And now the walls yellow firmly
Tie a knot at the back of the hand .

You then become a pale thoughtful
And gray , as if mourning chalk,
Objectionable doctoral brethren ,
On durdomovsky merged shot.

Henceforth, you do not care
And there are no forces to revolt and protest ,
As Christ are you talking about doom
On the back sulfazinovy ​​cross.

You're under the colorful sky patches
Hiding something there in the depths,
And now the walls yellow firmly
Tie a knot at the back of the hand .

You're out of the abyss reaching for the sun,
And you do not want , do not look back.
Only tenacious hands thrown
Lobotomichesky you in hell.

Dreams drifting snow will travel along ,
The world would not be what was ,
If you meet with the little prince ,
Tell me about it ... I have not forgotten .

You're under the colorful sky patches
Hiding something there in the depths,
Only yellow walls set
Sulfazinovy ​​cross on you.