Текст песни Типичный Ритм - Птица

I see the sunset over there
Behind the forests, with the smoke falls
- clouds are flying in the sky
A flock of birds in its beak two nostrils
Catch the smoke club,
The oak is better visible from below, that in the distance
I said like there in the sky, suddenly
Rustling behind me
A knock was heard
Like a hamster in the field, a sharp look
Back
New day, smoothly advancing
Drank the sunset
I stood in the sky the smell was floating
Foliage covered a puddle with a shadow
The air froze everywhere
A bird was sitting nearby, someone was walking past
I cried, everything was boiling like a balaoto, the floor
Bird, say you can
Fly through the sky
You know, rains like water, wash the earth
You breathe air, smoke to you
Always a plus
When I see your flight in me
Melting sadness

If you know how the fog flies in the soul
If you swim when the mud is all over the water
I asked, birds can fly in smoke
If there is smoke in the sky, the wind continues to sing.

I once had a dream
I saw leaves flying down -
Typical Waltz Boston
I said I need to fly
In your pocket, dope fell asleep in the dark
And started snoring
I pushed her side, she decided to get up
The bird looked at me forehead, continuing to wait
I directed a stream of smoke into the open beak
The sun went down in the form of a coughing sound.
Sunset over the houses, a flock of birds in the sky
Retreating naz I spit sharply down
As an arrow a bird stepped forward
I looked deep down in the melting ice
Under the gun of a dream, I saw a gray chance
The bird stretching out its beak, closed its right eye.
I crouched, the wind sang in the sky
I looked at the oak in the field, smoke above me.

If you know how the fog flies in the soul
If you swim when the mud is all over the water
I asked, birds can fly in smoke
If there is smoke in the sky, the wind continues to sing.

I began to think how to spit to heaven
Quietly, a bird tried to stick its beak into a pocket
I grabbed a stick quickly, scolding flew
Dust in the air, a cloud hung over the houses
A scent floated across the sky, I took a step to the side
A bird has a packet in its beak, a howl stood in its ears
I spat, my eyes on the bird have long been
I waved, the blow seemed to knock down the wing
A little laugh, I gave time to recover
Reading under my breath, I wiped sweat from my forehead
Always, as it seemed to me, I knew the answer
With a smile of a beast, he raised a packet from the earth with his hand
And again the smoke in the sky, the wind again with me
I see the sunset, suddenly a rustling sound behind me.

If you know how the fog flies in the soul
If you swim when the mud is all over the water
I asked, birds can fly in smoke
If there is smoke in the sky, the wind continues to sing.