Lyrics Swanky Tunes - May 2010 DJ Promo Mix-Летели облака
Views
54
0 people consider the lyrics to be true
0 people consider the lyrics of the song incorrect
The lyrics of the song are provided for your reference Swanky Tunes - May 2010 DJ Promo Mix-Летели облака, and also a translation of a song with a video or clip.
Летели облака,
Летели далеко.
Как мамина рука,
Как папино трико,
Как рыбы-корабли,
Как мысли дурака,
Над стёклами земли
Летели облака.
Летели облака.
Летели купола,
Дороги и цветы.
Звоня в колокола
Беспечные, как ты,
Как капли молока,
Как здравствуй и прощай,
Как недопитый чай,
Летели облака.
Летели облака.
Летели кирпичи -
Солдаты старых стен.
Богема и бичи,
Драконы перемен,
Не страшная война,
Не горькое вино -
Печальная страна,
А в ней твоё окно.
А в ней твоё окно.
Летели, не спеша,
Порхали в неглиже.
Как юная душа
В сгоревшей парандже,
В Давос и Вифлеем
К окраине земли
От глупых теорем,
Оставленных в пыли,
Летели облака.
Зажгу на кухне свет -
Из века-сундука,
Где крылья много лет
Искали седока,
Достану - разомну,
Пристрою на спине
И запущу весну,
И облака во мне.
И облака во мне.
The clouds were flying,
Flew far.
As a mother's hand,
Like daddy's tights,
As fish-ships,
Like the thought of a fool,
Above the glass of the earth
The clouds were flying.
The clouds were flying.
The domes were flying,
Roads and flowers.
Ringing Bells
Careless, like you,
Like a drop of milk,
How good and good-bye,
As a non-drunk tea,
The clouds were flying.
The clouds were flying.
Bricks were flying -
Soldiers of old walls.
Bohemia and pests,
Dragons of change,
Not a terrible war,
Not bitter wine -
A sad country,
And in it your window.
And in it your window.
We flew, slowly,
Flitted in negligee.
Like a young soul
In the burned burqa,
In Davos and Bethlehem
To the outskirts of the earth
From stupid theorems,
Left in the dust,
The clouds were flying.
I'll light the kitchen in the kitchen -
From the age of the chest,
Where wings are many years old
They were looking for a rider,
I'll get it - I'll crush it,
I will attach on the back
And I'll start spring,
And the clouds are in me.
And the clouds are in me.
Flew far.
As a mother's hand,
Like daddy's tights,
As fish-ships,
Like the thought of a fool,
Above the glass of the earth
The clouds were flying.
The clouds were flying.
The domes were flying,
Roads and flowers.
Ringing Bells
Careless, like you,
Like a drop of milk,
How good and good-bye,
As a non-drunk tea,
The clouds were flying.
The clouds were flying.
Bricks were flying -
Soldiers of old walls.
Bohemia and pests,
Dragons of change,
Not a terrible war,
Not bitter wine -
A sad country,
And in it your window.
And in it your window.
We flew, slowly,
Flitted in negligee.
Like a young soul
In the burned burqa,
In Davos and Bethlehem
To the outskirts of the earth
From stupid theorems,
Left in the dust,
The clouds were flying.
I'll light the kitchen in the kitchen -
From the age of the chest,
Where wings are many years old
They were looking for a rider,
I'll get it - I'll crush it,
I will attach on the back
And I'll start spring,
And the clouds are in me.
And the clouds are in me.