Текст песни Александр Заславский - Парадной

Glass glass, sprinkled and calmed down
Easy hands turned together
Circles in the sky straightened, hanging
A warm rain rolled out from under the visors.
Poured ash cigarettes in foam
Covered a vigor buried in granite
I did not extinguish because of the heat of the heat baked
Only the leaves live lost a branch.
Sewed the needles of pine weather
I was looking for a nightingale of the silence of nature
Earth fed the facts with ore
Water fed peoples.
I recognized the horse that she was power
There is always a problem for yourself a reason
When he was born, he fell into nettle
And life lives without believing.
And the rain poured, climbed into his pockets
Water was converted into fogs
The sun was teasing in the ray dotted
And in a light cloud rented an apartment.
And suddenly everything was dry, in a second
The asphalt pale, the shadow went silently
The tan was infected coolly
And the sky has become a native front.