Текст песни Аквариум - Грустит сапог под желтым небом

Poetry

Sad boots under the yellow sky,
But ahead of him is sadness.
Green convergence sorry
What a pity worms, mashed bread.

A hunter screams from the bottom of the sea
On the immobility of water
Stones dull ridge
It has long been cut down a cruel carpenter.

There is a good trait in looks
She deprives the rose of color.
She's like a gun.
At the coxtile sheet.

Paris...
Square in the shape of a face.
The aircraft in the form of a curve.
My favorite! Come with me
To the land where Paris grows in winter ...