Текст песни
Have you ever thought about the fact that everything that surrounds us consists of dots?
The sweatpants you're wearing right now, the couch in the living room
The dining table Look at the wall and you will see a lot of dots
Black, blue, white Now imagine that they are alive
And every point, like you and me, has its own life
After all, a person, if you look at him from a height, also looks like a dot
This story started a long time ago
One beautiful sunny July day, a desk was brought to the furniture store
The table was completely ordinary, but the hero of my story lived on it
There was a small dark dot in the upper left corner
Even she doesn't know how she got there
It's just that one day I realized that it exists
Dot, dot, dot Tire
Shooting range is just a few points
I won't bother you with any nonsense
Just let's sing together Dot, dot
Dot, dot, dot Tire
Shooting range is just a few points
I won't bother you with any nonsense
Just let's sing together Dot, dot
The table wasn't in the store for very long
On the first day, the family came dad, mom, and a little boy, probably their son
They immediately spotted the table and bought it
The dot had never left the walls of the store, as far as she could remember
And she was really excited about the upcoming trip
But the movers covered the entire table with a protective film and the dot did not see anything
She only felt movement in space, shaking and bumping
The road was long, it felt like about an hour
The film was removed and the dot finally saw its new home
It was a large, bright room in which dust flew in the rays of the sun
The table was placed in front of a large window, which made everything seem even brighter and brighter
The point began to look around There was a sofa with wooden armrests to one side of the table
Behind him was a large bookcase that reached to the ceiling and contained books Lots of books
Apparently the owner of this apartment was very smart or just liked to read
Dot, dot, dot Tire
Shooting range is just a few points
I won't bother you with any nonsense
Just let's sing together Dot, dot
Dot, dot, dot Tire
Shooting range is just a few points
I won't bother you with any nonsense
Just let's sing together Dot, dot
