Текст песни дима птицами - Щепки

The heart is chopped - the chips fly.
Will hit you too.

So weird.

Cars
Klaxons burning hearing,
On highways
A cheeky twig.
Here comes drenched
October okroshka
Spills over the Dnieper.
I lift my head up.
There in the height
Clouds sharpening skates,
Unstuck and intertwined
Glide mindlessly.
Lyosha is wrong.
Dead for the dead
You can't hurt.

This is the last fall
When you mean something to me.
I wake up and everything will be different.
The same window, the same nut outside the window,
And as if there weren't all these years.

I will wake up,
And I have absolutely
No words left
About you.

While the wind is a hungry brook
It seeps into the interior of the Soviet shacks
While the firmament floods into the urns
Heavenly Castrol
Someone will say - this is another
Vanilla pampering.
Someone will say

And I won't say anything.

The world is terribly huge
But it's so easy to poison yourself
When in a small town
In a small room
To a little man
It hurts for three.

I had a dream,
As if God, having told me about us,
Hid the tears back in my eyes
He hid his tears and shook his hand hotly.
He, turning back,
I asked to convey
He asked so much to convey
That you are not to blame for anything.

They just chop the heart - the chips fly.

Accidentally horrible

Into you.