Текст песни эхо прокуренных подъездов - лебеди

and we are only swans, we fly to the clouds
one by one, through the eyes of the abyss
and I have my dreams, dreams, and that is you
vise clenched from hopelessness
verses above thunderstorms, velvet Morozova
his'll crash fatality of winter
wait for the fall, so if someone asks
winds are told that we have rain from the roof dropped
sorry, but white swans are white
and an area for a long time homos only drawn with chalk
so clumsily.
that only between the two wings subcutaneous boiling
Only swans, only the swans, we fly to the clouds
towards the abyss
and torn to pieces of the plane
for love, permeated infinity