Текст песни Тим Скоренко - Пахнет

The east wind smells like clouds
By the cooled ash smells around the fire
Iron smells hard hand,
The fox smells like a narrow hole.

And the stones smell like morning dew
And those who stepped on it more than once,
And now I'm walking barefoot
And the smell of death is a mountain path.

And the sky smells like a ray of sunshine,
And the sun smells of light and heat,
But blood smells right shoulder,
Claws smell like someone around the corner.

But do not forget - somewhere the city is waiting for me,
White dust of marble lions on their paws.
I'll live, I'll get, and soon
I will gather, I will keep your smell ...

The work smells like a stone of yellow walls,
The guard at the gate smells of iron,
Hundreds of sweaty bodies smell like motion
And the turbulent urban cycle.

And the rooftops smell like a crow's cry,
And the bridge - clatter of horseshoes.
Gossip and aromas are full and drunk,
I smell the smell of fixed gods.

I smell the stormy squares
I smell the hardware stores,
I smell the damp smell of horses
And the white smell of a crawled moon.

Only one smell always beckons
What I can not run after me.
It seems the world is in my torn pocket
If the smell of love awaits me somewhere.

Mary smells like morning dawn.
Brunhilda smells like cold and ice.
Suzanne smells of passion and play.
Adele - Parisian stone bridge.

Rebekah is like golden bread.
Elena is like an apple orchard.
Juliette from the queens constellation -
Like a peach ripened on the scales.

Freedom smells feminine beauty.
Victory smells the valor of men.
And I don't smell anything. I am empty:
Guide me, please, and teach ...

Tomorrow it is time to wander,
I leave off, smelling the herbs inhaling.
Only she will be with me, not melting, -
First love a thin bottle of perfume ...