Lyrics Posternak - Воздушный Змей

dad's gift like
obedient beast
in his hands
kite
ascends into the clouds
friend bolder
suddenly abruptly
wresting fishing line from his hands
carries by the wind in the unknown
summer direction
over the place
where in the park
daughter cries that dad
did not come to the premiere of the play
nervous play expires drop by drop
raises higher and higher flow
where summer writes novels on window curtains
the fishing line still stores the warmth of the child’s brush
bypassing the leaves
June
above the broken roof of cities
bypassing clothesline network net
to heaven itself
wind
carries it over the hills houses
meeting him beckons
shout look soon
there flies in the sky
kite

He is so light, so fast, so weightless
his flight is so timid, impetuous and so tall
so kiss on the temple, so the sea is looking for sand
he does not see the final pattern of addresses
a shadow glides along the eaves of balconies of brick beauties
he goes to someone’s window to open the deadbolt
he is so light, so fast, so weightless
his flight is so timid, impetuous and so tall

life keeps spinning its wheel
makes a throw, somersaults full of sails
he flies in heaven
above the attic where he reads letters
woman in love with her addressee
who finally decided to enter her secret
drawn curtains
a kite takes off right into the storm
tastes cyclone to the bottom
heading for the glass of your window

where are you sitting alone

and you ask god give me a sign
let me know
somewhere in the life of the novelty
in this fuss and fuss
and he appeared on your windowsill
- kite
- What do you not sign?
what are you not a sign

take
him gently with tenderness
canvas still breathes freshness cool
by force
June wind
he remained faithful to the blue heights
his fishing line remembers the warmth of a child’s brush
strong fingers
 remembers by heart hundreds of parties
poplar leaves
aftertaste of rain
on tart asphalt
he knows poems from dozens of lines of balconies
faces of cyclones
ready to join the fold
someone's thoughts
cape in the sea of ​​your heart
it's time to think about life
remember death
in an instant
you open the door
in my head
you go out into the world
you didn't notice
it is enough wind
from the windowsill to the weather chronicle
new strip

He is so light, so fast, so weightless
his flight is so timid, impetuous and so tall
so kiss on the temple, so the sea is looking for sand
he does not see the final pattern of addresses
a shadow glides along the eaves of balconies of brick beauties
he goes to someone’s window to open the deadbolt
he is so light, so fast, so weightless
his flight is so timid, impetuous and so tall
so tall

higher and higher bypassing the roofs of the sea goodbye shore goodbye lighthouse
amid full sails bypassing the waves he is weightless
where the ships are aground over the attic of Montmartre where amelie lived
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