Текст песни Роман Ефремов - Прогноз погоды

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Morning starts sparrow tweet earlier
Than realize that woke up because something
In his song you'll never hear falsehood .
Hello, homeless morning.

Hello, dandelions, similar to Chinese
Complexion and the number of individuals per hectare.
Better you become wreath on his head wanderer ,
Breakfast than for cattle.

People like you, not knowing it ,
The sun greeted like a monarch, with his mouth open ,
And it is, chooses to inflict on erring something
Terrible postponed.

Instead , emerging out of habit from the myth
And shaking his hair , sleepy Kifared
Takes out the tool and , playing unpretentious do-re -mi- phase
Salt, exclaims: " Preved "

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Reed army still protects the swamp.
Piles, impacted in the sand at the leader peas,
Now listed as a bunch of loser , harem local Lot
Epilogue era.

The sun is raging . Thickets of willow and buckthorn
Not swaying . Paradise archery .
Raven Squadron performs , as if on cue , quiet
Takeoff, without a sound .

Only one not in a hurry to go and sitting on the pile ,
How to herald the eastern minaret ,
At full throat yelling something important , shaking
Live a little neighborhood . after a third

The world you come here , substituting bald sun,
And forget about black cats , empty envelopes.
Believe in eternal life - the only thing that remains
Survivors of the immortals.

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Fly , squatting on a lampshade or - worse - to the lamp ,
Stirring , forms a shadow on the wall size
With a dinosaur and gives black , raising a paw ,
Superiority over white.

Likewise, you scrambling to the truth , you can
Obscure its light from the other , which is always fraught with
The emergence of the cult of the back. Silence is more expensive
Than verbal wool .

Stray soul is weary lover of darts :
Aiming at the essence , gets into a neighboring sector
And then for holy living space is ready to fight.
So there are sects .

By the evening sky from boredom delayed clouds.
In the sky, something is buzzing . You're irritated , go out
Out of the house , you will look up : what kind of fly this ?
But see nothing .

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The main thing that book , stuck in the road,
Was longer , let it be boring - it does not matter .
Without it trains the human brain gradually
Dying of thirst .

The top shelf in the reserved seat . Full military wagon .
Loud shouts , laughter corroding you not worse
Acid , and you feel like you in through the walls
Poked the barrel of guns.

Painful every sound , temperature, smell,
I would like to turn off all organs except the eyes .
The book and the forest outside protect you from sudden
Attacks on the mind .

Dim pupil swallowed industrial landscapes
And the expression of individuals for which more and more anger,
A rest on spruce spiers standing guard
Ash- gray sky.

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Cries steel dragons again inspire fear
On not accustomed to calm residents of the mountainous country .
Map of the country , feeling the uselessness ,
Falls off the wall .

Mountains, sky complaining on their own immobility,
Peering into the sea, like a king Egeyu :
With grief grief does not break on the water and not to squeeze tears ...
Everything turns blue sea ,

Land - becomes red, enriched with the
Marble, copper, iron , most of all - lead.
People like sandwiches, believing in omens ,
Fall face down .

Clouds come here to drink other people's tears
And improve combat capability, sit down relax
At the top of the mountain , then reluctantly peel
And hit the road .

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Wounded sunbeam doomed slides with chest
And , having got under the plinth , goes into oblivion .
Vysun from the window - with gutter cat muzzle
You will smile .

You will look just above - there in a vise squeezing the horizon ,
Power and beauty of hitting frozen eyes,
Clouds indigo , rattling like troops of Mamaia ,
Slides over us.

From nedovityh nests povyletali birds
In a panic, barking dog on a runner in a raincoat .
There is no good or evil , there is no news , traditions,
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