Текст песни Лора Бочарова - Вторая песня освобождения

Where to seek you when the horn is heard,
Creators of other people's memories?
River sand and dust of big roads
Covered life lines.

Remember
How our frothy cup filled flowers
With flying apple trees?
Remember
how the rebellious sky turned the thunderstorm in
Scandinavian harbor?
How clouds rushed
Light Wing Wing Nibelung Helmet?
But the last word deprives us the judge,
And this time is time.

Rolling, my kibitka, on the blade of the knife,
Canvas Cape, Sandy Squeezal ...
And the angels laugh,
Playing my lot in the bone
Where there is a limit
Sorrow.

Remember
how on the beach sand we are during the rain
Easitated our fortress?
Remember
As on the dropped snow we read traces,
as lost epos?
How could we be in the rustle of wet grass
distinguish horse pin?
The sentence is given, and at the end of it -
Death through life experience.

We fled so many times
hoping to meet the house
The words of my screened
scattered sand.
But there will be a stop,
And the fate of the White Gabriel,
Only enough would b
Survive.

Remember
As in the dust of the square we raised
Our vagant banner?
Remember
As in the plexus of the branches and under the dome
We looked at the flame?
How in the wind flew purple of our raincoat,
How did the heart fly?
Personal, time does not judge us -
Only a marriage body.

Rolling, my kibitka,
In the dust along the axis of the wheels,
Hollow taste beverage,
The vanity of earth threats.
When a great logo
Silence will cover this world
What do you whine me
Look?

Still the pipe is a poverty rogue,
So far alive names and faces
Read in the kolas of big roads
Screensions of our dust pages.