Текст песни Гарик Сукачев и Неприкасаемые - Брел, брел, брел

Brela, Brela, KEYFOBS

 I walked, walked, walked
 At the edge of the sun Ros.
 Weaving, plaiting, weaving
 Morning wreaths.
 Chalk, chalk, chalk
 Rainbow cross the little window.
 Collected
 Star coppers.
 He sang and sang and sang
 Song of Wind
 Yes, the birds.
 Basking, warming, warming
 Soul drunk dew.
 Do not dare
 Joyful lightning
 Drench
 Melt sullen-tear.

 But disaster struck -
 In the evening I get lost.
 Spun, I went,
 Like a maelstrom hit.
 And he met the track
 And I did not come out to the fire,
 Grave Prodigal fornication,
 I lost, lost.
 White as chalk,
 Elbow bend stone.
 He lay down on a pier
 And on the arm of the river.
 Sleep
 The stems of wormwood-dope.
 Die
 In hot grip Tosca.

 Relight Dawn,
 Chime-stream.
 Wake me up,
 The heavy sleep develop.
 Allow storm
 Over my brow.
 Drenched with water,
 Fire engulfment.
 I walked, walked, walked ...