Lyrics Андрей Мухин - Великий Сон

I stumbled on a string with a cross,
laughed overflowing with happiness,
The girl's braids flew across the grass,
Yes, I went on a smooth virgin lands,
and without flies the fly on the table is ridiculous,
and the green onions are not bitter,
Tarkovsky was smiling in the mirror,
Yes, they stroked the right hands on the head,
dreamed blessed that the knife is not sharp,
it was believed that in a terrible tale all the untruth,
it was believed that it was not an echo at all,
but someone alive, some sparkling ...
dust on the road, bells ticking,
the field and the sky, the sun shines,
the dragonflies ring, the raspberry in a scoop
milk forever, blades of grass
sleeps blissful AND FRIENDLY BOMBANDER
he flies out because of the black cloud
smiling pilot presses on the trigger,
tearing the earth with terrible ticks,
with a target in the heart - a black spider,
half the world in ashes, the ashes in the air
the blessed man runs to his elbow in blood
mother at the road, eyes cold ...

dreamed a blessed great dream,
As if he was wandering along the crystal ground,
The presented ruble is clamped in a palm,
eternal wealth - to be loved ...