Lyrics Дмитрий Авилов - Ты же знаешь

You know: dying
People drop wings.
Somewhere on the threshold of paradise
They are covered with gray dust.
You know: they rise
Only human wings
And his barefoot soul wanders
Until the end of the century.

Children told me yesterday
What: they read a lot
Those who are all wiser in the world;
They are shown the road
Since they learned everything ...
Covered in gray dust
Following them dragged
Their broken wings.

And stretched as if floating
A string along the road
Their broken wings
Their wounded legs
Their tormented faces
(Either by faith, or by rock)
On the road a string ...
Do not offend them inadvertently.

Was it fiction or fiction?
But bequeathed and become.
Whose destiny is to spread dust
Whose destiny is to strive for the flock ...
Because - only young
(And even then in a dream) you fly.
To be winged is known to be insane.
You know. You know...