Текст песни Муровей - Прибыл или отбыл

morning did not come
cool
lined up
and was the first bore
from good to bad;
everyone knew that it is not necessary to take high
far from Hollywood
and it dawned on me
closed his eyes Judas
hide his face
stood behind the clouds ship
check passports
and biting her lips
blood spitting on the pavement
a few minutes
sails
The winds were inflated
sly like a fox
weather carried them on flour
across the ocean
dissipated feelings of separation
nerve girls cream smeared hands
the last day
inevitable collapse
who will take you to a
and who will leave on the waves
half pissing
somebody pretends
businesslike attitude-wise
open to the world
(No no no no)
and a thousand years
Man must live
and some will go his trail
those ships swung round
and brought back
frightening contact
now we will not live anyhow

fogs
favorite places
people up
caravans
a beautiful garden
remember most
whose eyes
already learned
that hide the heavens