Текст песни Возвращение - Конопатое Чудо

Concreate miracle.

Pushed out of the pier six
Toli flew, swolled.
The sky of the sky burned overboard,
Dry pyl lips
And the yellow eyes of a big fish,
Bearing me privally in the coastal wave,
Hurried at him.

Having lowered the bare feet in warm water,
I do not regret anything and do not remember
Take out three spare chord sinuses,
Strings to tie them into the lace of the dance.

Release the word on the will of the throat,
Breakdown naval thoughts,
From the Nerley to go to the Mapa Horn
On the meli stuck for the nearest cape

On the steep coast
In a straw hat
The wind-tramp fuses ineptly linen braid.
"You are where and where?" - asks
And the sun in the eyes will bother.
- I have in the summer on wheels.

Wailed on the bay mirror,
The look was dug in reflected pines,
Did not take out his hand to Willow's glare
Wove there with ripples river livers.

At home, accumulating from the streets of the Criminal Capital,
Scattering the corners of the odor of the fire and forest
To lean the chuck to lean
To be found where the heart remains.

And on the steep coast, a cauldown miracle
In a straw hat
The wind-tramp fuses ineptly linen braid.
"You are where and where?" - asks
And the sun in the eyes will bother.
- I have in the summer on wheels.