Вершы: Traffic. Dream Gerrard.

And it's a fact, you are cold
They react, dream Gerrard

Hippos don't wear hats
Lobsters shriek if provoked
On long blue ribbons

That he may see
While he sleeps

Monsieur old Neddy
He wears spectacles in
Bed that he
May see dreams more clearly

The night, it will be black
And white raven croaking
I am thirsty, die

They won't let it be
They think it should be done
With reality

I scream from a skull
Fritz, bring your wigwam

They won't let it be
They think it should be done
With reality, with reality

They won't let it be
They think it should be done
With reality, with reality

They won't let it be
They think it should be done
With reality, with reality

They think it should be done
They think it should be done
With reality, with reality
With reality, with reality

They think it should be done
With reality, with reality

They won't let it be
They think it should be done
With reality, with reality
With reality, with reality