Текст песни Константин Кинчев - Липой пахнет...

Lipa smells , pulling the wind
Nostril in itself.
Night descended on the village ,
Sleeps my relatives .

I do not sleep , woke up something ,
Air breathing .
In the drowsy village
Eyes look .

I can see the pond , followed by the gate ,
Apple trees in bloom .
I see a sleeping snail
Horns in the wind .

I scored it was urine ,
Spat - did not hit ,
Only very choked ,
It hurts to stutter .

Think about what ?
What a mess ?
I can not sleep,
Pulls a wind nostrils .