Текст песни Константин Фролов - Разбежаться и прыгнуть с обрыва

Run and jump off a cliff
With white wings on his shoulders! ..
How old is this wonderful miracle
Do not let me sleep at night!
How many feelings in my heart struggled,
To overcome one himself -
Desire and recklessness: shyness,
As if a woman the first night.

For a desperate dalyu in pursuit,
Flexural worldly trails
I woke up on a stone hillside
Clamping in the hands of the two lines.
If a ray of sunshine from behind a cloud
I blinked: - Well, dare! Not the first time!
And I stepped to the weathered cliffs,
Like a dove into the pool with his head.

What is the magic Explain?
Until now, I will not take his sense:
Only a thin lace yarn,
Yes airy silk!
But how intoxicating mystery beckons
Drunk fine wines
That short flight over land
From the distant childhood dream.