Текст песни Птицами - сердце рубят - щепки летят, попадет и в тебя

The heart is broken - the chips fly.
Will fall into you.

So strange.

Cars
Claxons rumor burning,
On highways
Nahrapisto rod.
Here and drenched
October okroshka
Spills on the Dnieper.
I lift my head up.
There, in height,
Clouds, skates sharpened,
Spreading and weaving together
Slowly slide.
Lesha is wrong.
Dead for the dead
It is impossible to touch.

This is the last autumn,
When you mean something to me.
I will wake up and everything will be different.
The same window, the same nut outside the window,
And as if there were not all these years.

I will wake up,
And I have quite
No words remain
About you.

While the wind is starving with a stream
It seeps into the inside of the Soviet shacks,
While the sky in the urns floods
Heavenly casting,
Someone will say - this is another
Vanilla pampering.
Someone will say,

But I will not say anything.

The world is horribly huge,
But it's so easy to poison yourself,
When in a small town,
In a small room
To the little man
It hurts for three.

I had a dream,
It's like God told me about us,
I hid tears back in my eyes,
He hid his tears and his hand was hot.
He, turning back,
He asked me to convey,
He so strongly asked to convey,
That you are not guilty of anything.

Just the heart is broken - the chips fly.

Accidentally horrible

In you.