Everything is beautiful in a song about a brick, wood like glass. And only the word foamplast violates the idealism of surra. After all, the foam can really float on the river, this brings us back to the beginning of the story and leaves the feeling that there was only a piece of foam floating on the river, but the rest - the fantasy and conjecture of the spectator standing on the shore. I thought, and if you replace the word foam with another, suitable for rhythm and indicating less floating material.

A brick floats on the river
Wood as Glass
Let him swim.
We don’t need a composer.

So unexpectedly was born a cuplet, roughly but accurately transmitting the essence of composite materials.