Текст песни мумийтролль - Тише

tomorrow I'll come, but I'm not going to call,
with the phone zone - everything is in order,
I do not argue....
but in the dungeons,
and from the 12th to the morning,
meta meta meta
are dispersed in this order,
like no one else breathed in your ear,
Hush, hush, quiet!
you-you-tuta, you-you-tuta
where where where am I?

white sweaters on a string - you will not find
to itself for memory,
shadow of a divorce, gossip of a violin
blurs, we make plans,
broken plates
and punctured drums,
Ball sphere bowl ball!
skirts bursting without looking back,
but until morning I never heard myself in my ear ...