Текст песни Алексей Душин - Стрекоза

Someday you will see for yourself,
That these are all trolley buses with a mustache,
All trains and yachts with sails -
Very empty and unreliable trash.
Their mechanism is sometimes too thin,
Do not avoid all of them have breakdowns,
The motor is great and indecently loud ...
And nothing remains to you,

As in a walk on foot, sighing from heavy thoughts ...
But the wings of dragonflies you will hear the noise.
And the firmament will bend
Under the cloud - to be a thunderstorm ...
And you will have to fly
Home on a dragonfly.

Someday you will see for yourself,
How good it is to fly over the clouds,
When the sky is shining above you,
And under the wing, the autumn rain is pouring.
And the sky is not occupied by anyone,
And, flying, you beeping beep ...
But slowly the heavens moult,
The moon slips and the evening grows ...

And on the ground, near the house, two strings of lanterns
Through the twilight they will familiarly light themselves at the door,
And dragonfly, landing
Having executed without difficulty,
Umchitsya without looking back
Unbeknownst to where ...

What a pity that they declined from year to year -
The wings of dragonflies are no longer the size.
The day will come - disappear
They are still a third,
But they are still enough
To the house to fly ...