Текст песни Лёха Никонов - И пусть облака улетают по -прежнему.

And let the clouds fly still ,
and autumn rains banish summer
I'm going to repeat someone else ,
that life - a swoon for the poet .
So the Russian word shoots temple
consonant long-forgotten name
and skewed ceiling
will be painted black , cherry , blue.
And somewhere in half an hour
have voices on the stairs ,
someone's drunken voices -
all fucked up, guys - he hanged himself .
And I sit in the corner and look at myself ,
hanging under the shaded battery
- Look, here 's me,
and it is not a poem !
Came three cops -
protocol , failure to take ,
clouds all flew off somewhere,
and I refuse to die
decided to return everything back :
ambulance , garbage , battery,
rope , a poem ,
etc., etc., etc. .
Received is not clear whose approval
I woke up in the arms of a black night.
It is right now , then ?
zero , Wednesday.
Clouds fly outside my window
nowhere, nowhere, nowhere.