View Master

What a particular celebration
The bugs come down from the sky
They fall like drops of water
Shaking the anthill

It seems like the river is still there
And sorry for the own ones
Without a mask in the mirror
Nor does that costume copy me

I let it run
Little bird and honey
The Catalan thing is superhuman

Abbey in peace
Party of no-disguises
Imitating white wall
Imitating white wall
Imitating white wall

Statistics as a goddess
Chocolate queen woman
Landscapes in the View-Master
Look at a bug, it runs away
Look at a bug, it runs away

I come oscillating like a radio wave
Gaiman's master wants to transmit
With the pen lit up, there's magic, there's shit to share
Here there's magic, there's shit to share (-iiir)

Today, the sky is in your handkerchief
Oceans that separate me
From the language of my sweet talk
From the language of my sweet talk

And in the end, I want everything to last
If it doesn't go down, it goes up
And even though I came this far
Holding the mask

Again, the sky is in your handkerchief
Oceans that separate me
From the language of my sweet talk
From the language of my sweet talk
The language of my sweet talk, -oooh