Текст песни Игорь Лазарев - Пилоты

When the winds did not blow from the north
From under the arm we looked in the field.
And the days were filled with sound
And they smelled like a train and clover

We were shot down by pilots.
Scattered on the smooth sheets
Each other on the cheeks with a straw
How aboard star we drew

You danced until midnight
Wave curls on the shoulders
And, leaning against the wall, I listened as
Old boards heels banging

Knock on the heel
How could I ruffled about these secrets
Grow is so easy
How a blade of grass grows between sleepers

The rain scattered the space obliquely
Like a first grader's notebook
I stretched my palms to the swallows
But the flight itself does not wear out

Everything is somehow too old,
And bound by prudence
To disassemble, for whom my head
Ringing telephone buzzer

All airplanes are parked.
Pickled hangars
Why is it all so stupid?
You all dance, I suppose ..

Porhay moth
How could I ruffled about these secrets
Blossom - so easy
Like a daisy bloom between sleepers