Текст песни Павел Клещъ Клищенко - Аисты

A thin strip of light the road to heaven
This planet says goodbye to the best of the rays.
Sleep Maybe you wake up hearing their voices
Sea, river and tear - all in one stream

All that we have always sought, poking like moles
In the hands, in the lips and in the hearts I give thee
What could be higher and deeper than just dreams
About the golden inevitability of our victories

Drops of poetry fell on the sheets of tears
The apples of the eyes remained dry and sad.
And after the death of all of us storks will carry
For the forest-poles, on the cabbage fields

And the hands fall white wings
New angels fly in flocks
There will be a revelation to us, we will only become dust
Kohl will not see all that is left

Listen to this great sea of ​​whispering
We were told the way - you just believe
But the world is waiting so much that it has already forgotten the meaning of waiting.
And in your lack of faith you will not open the tight door

A drop of poetry tears fell on the sheets
The apples of the eyes remained dry and sad.
And after the death of all of us storks will carry
For the forest-poles, on the cabbage fields

Sky embroidered with a beak needle carefully
Fresh stitches wind stitches cloud
What zipped hollowed bayonet attentive
Vatu patch sewed us on milk

The field under the snow about many things can be sad
It may be worth it and we boot by gray hair
But the river will become eternity, and we have no place to land.
We are alone with you again

Drops of poetry fell on the sheets of tears
The apples of the eyes remained dry and sad.
And after the death of all of us storks will carry
For the forest-poles, on the cabbage fields

And after the death of all of us storks will carry
For forest-poles, cabbage fields ...