Текст песни ТеАтР ОдНоГо ВаХтЁра - ветер - Москва-Ленинград

Wind Moscow-Leningrad

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wind Moscow-Leningrad
doors close
over an hour ago
wind for an hour back
city ​​one hour ago
autumn in its avenues
the rain stumbles over the glass
delays
the rhythm of his bolero
more than a number
after the decimal point
the city in its avenues
tear film and you
you stay alone on the screen
paper than flowers
in the flame of origami

2

and the rainbow rolled
ovens from the furnace
cranes
loose beads
fire and fall asleep
fire and fall asleep
smoke twists the spindle
smoke twists the spindle

it is a pity that the rainbow is small
sadness has two eagles
and the moon as a bucket at the bottom of a well
ugly asleep
fire and fall asleep
fire and fall asleep
smoke twists the spindle
smoke twists the spindle

but on the rainbow of the step
as colored beacons
up the river keys
moon gloves
fire and fall asleep
fire and fall asleep
smoke twists the spindle
smoke twists the spindle

sorry that the rainbow is not here
again in the shore dressed
and at home as hobbled horses
drank the windy dawn
fire and fall asleep
fire and fall asleep
smoke twists the spindle
smoke twists the spindle

3

do you hear the square? instead of castanets ...
an hourglass has long struck
and the thoughtful clarinet stopped
and the drawn violin only hisses

and the dancer is clearly not herself
crying on tiptoe ... but so honest
she did not know and left herself
Gospel from the children ...

so let it burn ... it's time to be silent
so let it be silent ... it's time to leave
she wondered
then sails, then shot, then laughter

and again with a silencer bell
they spread coffee to the morning gymnast
and as the words are lost words
from tin buttons from a fairy tale

Do you hear how you lose a saxophone?
inversion track of an endless note ...
.....................

and the dancer is clearly not herself
crying on tiptoe ... but so honest
she did not know and left herself
Gospel from the children ...

do you hear the square? instead of castanets ...
long hurry hourglass ...
and the thoughtful clarinet stopped
and the drawn violin only hisses