Текст песни Пикник - Ветер лилипутов

( E.Shklyarsky - A.Shklyarskaya )

Rage pours over the edge,
Burning lava .
Who stole your face ,
You do not know yet .

But imperishable voice
At curves and bent .
On the road scattered
Wind Lilliputians .

And lose the thread
As the noose around his neck ,
Where , say , are now catching
Reflected ?

On twelve votes
Rang morning.
On the road scattered
Wind Lilliputians .

Half his face torn
Mirror silent .
Oh, did you leave me
At least for a moment alone.

But imperishable voice ...
On the road scattered ...
Wind midgets ...