Текст песни Ночные снайперы - Столица

I leave the capital wounded bird
Blasted sky, black grass
I happened here in the summer
Silk poplar,
Sweetness Neglinnoy steppes Tver

it is difficult without you
Every minute, without question, the shoulders drift
And I do not know who was the first defector
Surrendering one fell swoop, "I love you"

And fast planes! Not afraid of heights!
Ritual drains, stewardess, newspapers
Fuselages made of cotton, blue skies
And I was already gone, and I have no

I leave the capital:
"Capitulate"
Wounded Fritz struck dumb in anguish
I happened here late southern stars
North stuffy flying light ...

It can not be without you, incredibly
It's hard to be coherent - fingers in the resin.
And I do not know who was the first defector
It was impaired on a spit

And fast planes! Not afraid of heights!
Ritual drains, stewardess, newspapers
Fuselages made of cotton, blue skies.
And I have no.