Текст песни Игорь Сорин - Облака

On the panel houses,
Bare land to a rowan brush.
Zaprokinuv head cleanliness revel,
All I look and I look, all as though I repent ...

Clouds ... happy you, for sure, clouds ...
I would touch you lightly ... clouds ...
Take me away, clouds ...
So far, the clouds ... it's time for me to land ...

And the other way I have so far, I do not know,
I'm going somewhere, but dreams are disappearing.
And in the sky a flock of flies is flying,
Take me, take it, beg,
In the clouds, in the clouds ...

This autumn the flock was left to us again,
From the branches the leaves fly, before the winter reaches,
And in the sky a flock of flies is flying,
I'll raise my collar and go down the alley ...
Far ... far ...