Текст песни Ann Neuling - воздушные кони

You wait for excuses, but they will not -
I am a black haze ochnus on the balcony;
My mind had turned, deprived of reason
Air horses.

By the green dawn, to the insanely weekdays,
I rush straight into the sweet tenacious network.
Along the way, the soldiers handed guns
Glass children.

By stealing the cobwebs from the bowels of the land,
He hides, laughing beneath the moss cigarettes.
Kiss the ground, fallen down from the swing
Lilac wind.

Probably the last autumn buried,
Freckles on the sleeves to be milk.
What would fall wearily shod
The owner of a horseshoe.

I dodyshu all the oxygen on the balcony;
You - cotton candy, I - Ole Luke.
Let me finally alone,
Needless to air the horses!