Текст песни лечу с крыши - воспоминания лета вихрем

fly
hair fluttering in the wind, today our summer again
you are in the cloud
you smile, looking at her mother, you were born very recently
and another cloud of you old-old
gray as wool, hair,
do you like cotton candy
and then I wash off the crumbs from your face
they fly off in the wind
People-ants crawling underneath
they do not care for sweet as life clouds
and I break?
You do not - you were inside of me and died
red tulips swaying in the wind after we
they cry with dew, they had better all seen clouds and my memories
all mixed in my head
and blood, and thoughts
Now everything is nothing ...