Текст песни Чиж и ко - Ливень

Rain washed sunset copper,
Sun light - a waste.
Only shreds lead wool
With the wind rush into the distance somewhere.

Gilded forest
It spreads like dreams.
Or is it just tears
Veiled my eyes.

In the sky, fly over me
Gossamer, like the spokes.
The domes circling birds.
God, this is only a dream.

The bells chime
Barely audible through the thunderstorm.
Or is it all a birch
They disturb my sleep.

As if crying babies,
Bute, breaking ties
The anthem of the Soviet Union,
Groans bombed churches.

In the sky above me fly
Gossamer, like the spokes.
The domes circling birds.
But what is it all a dream?

On the grass court
Mosques my bare shadow
And beating on pleten1.

As if a beggar with crutch
Waddle in this village.
skewed face
Wither on their pocketbooks.

Cursing honor and shelter
get drunk cripple
And the neon river
With dirty city bridges.

Laughter and tears, as in delirium,
Only shaking your eyelashes.
Maybe it's just a dream,
But I can not wake up.

On the grass court
Writhing my sick shadow.
Hurry new day!