Текст песни Фейкин - Рыжие мысли

Red thought his succession
Run across my path .
I grab them by the tail , one
And pressed slightly.
Red thought as a field of flowers
Circling round dance
The streets narrow , on the edge of the bridges ,
On the roofs of gray plants .
Red thought - pain medicine
Any , even to that inside.
Open up red thoughts at will ,
For them to come again !
Red thoughts - like a beacon ,
What will result is always the goal .
Red thought , ginger eccentric,
Listen, we have already arrived .
" Ginger ! " Shout after me .
I smile and reply :
" Red, red ! Sunlight
I look forward to our next meeting ! "