Текст песни Белая гвардия - Подросток

I walk on the gray roofs,
I dive into the yard-wells,
For pipes clinging to a fur coat,
Top of the head touching the birds.
Swallowing window niches
The sails of the mean sun,
Wind breaks rough
Shelest from your favorite pages.

I will certainly meet you
Somewhere in the summer sunset,
We will sit on the edge of the eaves,
Hanging legs in the Neva.
You straighten your shoulders
Their rug will cover the coolness
I will tell you this evening,
How I live without you.

Still smoke factories,
Look sad faces
All the same freaks are sitting,
The same are judged by the murderers.
And those who are already judged
They still want freedom.
And those that are completely free
They look from the windows of hospitals.

Silently go troops
Homeless people live,
And women sew clothes
And as if waiting for something ...
Flickering in the dark screens
And wandering shamans
Doing other people's wounds -
They will save this world.

And only ridiculous boy,
In love funny teenager,
It stands under the window of the Madonna
Scarecrow bird flocks.
He also does not know yet
What will happen to him tomorrow.
He is so impossibly happy
He is invited to tea.