Текст песни Текила Джаз - Звери

A stone guest, shake hands,
You see, palms, although torn,
Hold the brush, marble it
It seems hot, only it would be risky
Believe him, if it is told to me:
Do not press this hand even in the most beautiful dream.
On the grass, on the water, by the shore here, by the shore there,
Where we are seen now, clods of earth, wood-oak
Together, the ABC-SOS or thunderstorm dance, the names of roses
The slope of the golden mountain,
On which up, forgetting about the day, seeing off the light,
In flare fire there

Crabs, fish, seagulls, owls, mice, snakes, lynxes, wolves -
Everyone will come to me,
Water, air, stones, herbs, juices, flames, snow and pines
They'll give it to me.

The roots are crawling, the bark is breathing,
Half-moon half-dead rushes north, fire,
The city burns, in the sky silent cloudless dreams me
The wolf's eye, he is not dangerous,
Only know, see, only know to smash it
The light of the headlights, let it burn in the fire,
Let it go out only when it looks after it, there

Crabs, fish, seagulls, owls, mice, snakes, lynxes, wolves -
Everyone will come to me,
Water, air, stones, herbs, juices, flames, snow and pines
They'll give it to me.

Here I will lie ...