Текст песни Дягилева Янка - Стаи летят

od hands in the steppe, in the ears of faith
   Dm Am
   The bow legs, flocks fly
   To the heart of a handkerchief, a stone around his neck
   The breath of the throat, can be forgiven

   Tape on gpud much sought
   Dm Dm (5) G # 7 (4)
   Compressed mouths time ahead
   Cross under the window, tired elbows
   Banner on a bayonet, a goat in the garden

   Grey rest, sleep at the wheel.
   Vienna tremble, all light
   Bright bare fig from the nose
   Next run on a leash

   Eternal Flame, Fluorescent
   Dark span, wider eyes
   Strong infusion, cry, family
   Angle, candle, table, image ...

   Under the hands of the steppe, flocks fly
   Maybe it was just ...