Текст песни ВИА Пилот - Цветные стекла

Winter came , the windows are closed ,
Went to court drunk kids ,
Threw stones at windows.
And again, I laid the ears with cotton
Until the spring , so as not to hear it was snowing
By smoky parade .

Do not go , stay with me next !
I'm not the one as before.
I do not know how to paint the colors of the glass.
I do not know how to have fun in the winter .

Punks wore boots, birds flew south
In tropical countries .
I shoot them with a slingshot window.
I went half-drunk and looked at the faces ,
Until someone sent me on ...
As if I had not been there yet .

Do not go , stay with me next !
I'm not the one as before.
I do not know how to paint the colors of the glass.
I do not know how to have fun in the winter .

And buried in the sand children's fairy tales ,
Went to read a newspaper in the old outhouse
And throw boars toffee .
Ran all cats look to devour ,
And thick aunt hugged the entrances ,
Pissed their same - husbands.

Do not go , stay with me next !
I'm not the one as before.
I do not know how to paint the colors of the glass.
I do not know how to have fun in the winter .