Текст песни Янка Дягилева - Стаи Летят

Under the arms of the steppe, in the ears of faith,
In the legs of the bow - flocks fly
To the heart a handkerchief, a stone on the neck
In the throat a sip - can be forgiven.
Tape on his chest so much looking for
Compressed mouths - time, forward

Cross behind the window, the logos are tired
Banner on the bayonet - goat in the garden.
Gray peace, sleep under the wheels
The veins are shaking - everything is light
Light, bare-footed feces at the nose
Next run on a leash!
Eternal Flame - Daytime Lamps
Dark span, wider than the eye
Strong infusion - cry, native
Angle, candle, table, image
Under the arms in the steppe
Flocks fly
Maybe they'll forgive ...