Текст песни Александр Заславский - Парадной

Glass, splashed and was quiet
Easy hands folded together
Circles in the sky straightened, hovering
From under the brim rolled warm rain.
He filled cigarette ash into the foam
Cover with a buried granite vein
I do not put out because of the heat heat inferno
Just Givet leaves lost branch.
Pine needles to sew up the weather
Searched Nightingale silence of nature
Land fed ore plants
Water is fed to the people.
I found out the horse she force
Always the cause of the problem itself
When born - I fell into the nettles
But life does not live by believing in the force.
The rain poured, climbed into the pockets
Water is converted into a mist
Teasing sun ray dotted line
And in light Tuchke rented an apartment.
And suddenly everything has dried, a second
Asphalt pale shadow went silent
Sunburn zaradovalsya cool
And the sky was the home front.