Текст песни Рабы Лампы - Мой Друг

He was lying on an old favorite sofa
Strong shabby, seasoned web gobies
Spring, a breach in the thin flesh
Baran horn rested on the side
And it flew over the night sky
In it, he saw his reflection
He winked at month-teaser
Only his circling stars
In the dance of the ancestors of the mighty shamans
Heart pounding to the rhythm of tam-Tamov
Thoughts is broken was the right system
He liked to whisper with foliage
He blew up in front of her secret door locks
He admitted her ear to the bottom of its secrets
He listened to the moan of the wind love
And it gave birth to poetry and beautiful songs

My friend, my friend last romantic
My friend, my friend Envoy Sun
My friend, my friend is not a magician
But he knew how to paint the air

He spent two decades
Having absorbed my heart the best of the books
In the eternal question, he found the answer
But I do not know where to look for their relatives jitteriness
Fingers compressed poslednits list
Fountain fly shreds novel
The end is incomplete - it will live
The last chapter, entitling the beginning

My friend, my friend last romantic
My friend, my friend Envoy Sun
My friend, my friend is not a magician
But he knew how to paint the air

He became the land bare feet
Dropped clothing was naked
He washed his young body
Tears of the sky - the amber dew
In the far there is no light, the call can not be heard
Where the path ends where the road leads
He took a step, I doubt to hell
Fortunately for him with a brush and paints
He laughed a lot, and seemingly happy
But only in the way it was gross and sticky
Through the black friend of mine saw only white
He could suddenly jump up to the sky
So he stayed where none of us was not
The illusion you ask why it is needed
Let the artist cries, let him laughing
He will paint the truth as wanted

My friend, my friend last romantic
My friend, my friend Envoy Sun
My friend, my friend is not a magician
But he knew how to paint the air