Текст песни Зимовье Зверей - Выпадая из окна

Falling out of the window, look around.
If someone below, there is a danger that they will save.
If the soul and body are apart, tear off one and leave it alone,
On the path, sit and fly, fly, fly ...

Chorus:
                D
     Before the first sun, until the first blood,
                                   Em
     Until the first snow of the last love
               G Em
     Fly, sing a melody of pain,
               A D
     In the bosom of the sky - fly and live!

     Throats, syllables, thunder,
     Opening a parachute crazy dream,
     Fly, fly to the last house,
     Invent songs and sing on the fly.

Falling out of the window, look - spring is all around!
The ice melted and a tear sheds through the birches.
Fly away to this distance take with you February,
A blood in the wind I'm going to collect pictures.

Chorus:
     On the first track, on the first puddles,
     On the first call of a cold heart
     Fly, warm hateful cold
     And the white rhymes on the ground are crumbs.

     With an azure shaving graceful veins,
     And there with clouds, on the shifted
     Fly, straightening the bass vein,
     Minor chord and right under the breath.

Falling out of the window, remember the house where she sleeps,
He sleeps and sees a day of flying on the wall in a dream.
Clinging to the balcony, refute this dream,
In the end, joke and fly, fly, fly ...

Chorus:
     By the gray smoke, over kitchen countertops,
     On the sweet honey of ruddy windows,
     For the black pipes, for the cable horizon
     According to copper, for the sake of mercury, shop windows.
 
     On the smooth palate of the deep sky,
     In clouds, in birds, faster than sound.
     Fly, fly away, ram the fiction
     Aspen wedge of arms spread.

Falling out of the window do not forget that you are a string,
Finish yourself a chord and fly at the rate of Nord.
Do not look back in vain, behind the back one dawn,
Smile at the staff and cut down under the spine.

Chorus:
     According to slender tops, on the layered bottom
     Crooked thorns on the Rose of the Winds
     Fly, get a heavenly visa
     Through white walls and glass houses.

     Above the dreary forest, over the city of abuse
     That krolem, then breaststroke, then a free arrow,
     In some near, in some distance
     The eternal spiral of a deadly loop ...

In the half-open window - laughter and red wine,
In the tart sky there is bitter light and candy wrappers.
Upon the arrival of the soul, describe everything in detail,
I will need - call and live, live, live!

Chorus:
     From the first sun to the first blood,
     From the first snow and forever
     Live, study the geography of pain,
     Insomnia-rivers and dreams-cities.

     Throats, centuries, thunder,
     Like wings, spreading a crazy dream
     Fly, fly to the last house,
     Invent songs and sing on the fly.