Текст песни Игорь Сорин - Облака

On panel houses obryvayutsya leaves,
Bared land to mountain ash brush.
Threw back his head off revel in purity ,
All I look and stare , as if all would repent ...

Clouds .., you will surely happy , clouds ...
I would have to touch lightly .. , clouds ...
Blow me , clouds ...
Until the clouds .. I on the ground it's time to ...

And the other way I do , I do not know
I have somewhere to go , and dreams float away .
And in the sky flying Crane flock
Take me to you , take I beg you,
in the clouds, in the clouds ...

Again this fall we left the flock ,
With branches leaves fly , glide before winter ,
And in the sky flying Crane flock
Take you me , take me beseech you ,
in the clouds, in the clouds ...