Текст песни Типичный Ритм - Если в небе дым

I can see the sunset over there. Beyond the woods, it goes down with the smoke.
In the sky, clouds fly. A flock of birds.
In the beak, two nostrils will catch a smoke club.
From below it is better to see the oak What in the distance
I said: "As there in the sky, friend?" The noise rustled.
I heard a knock on the edge of my ear.
Like a hamster in the field a sharp look back
A new day, smoothly attacking, was drinking the sunset.
I stood. In the sky the smell floated
Foliage puddled with shadows The air shivered Everywhere.
Beside the bird sat, by someone walked
I stood up, everything was boiling like a swamp floor.
Bird, tell me, you can fly in the sky,
You know the rain, like you water, will wash the Earth.
You breathe air, smoke is always a plus.
When I see your flight, melancholy melts in me.

If you know how to fly a fog in the shower.
If you swim when the mud is all over the water.
I asked: "Can birds fly on smoke?"
If there is smoke in the sky, the wind continues to sing.
If you know how to fly a fog in the shower.
If you swim when the mud is all over the water.
I asked: "Can birds fly on smoke?"
If there is smoke in the sky, the wind continues to sing.

Once I had a dream,
I saw the leaves flying down - a typical waltz of boston.
I said: "I should have taken off."
In the feed, the nonsense fell asleep in the darkness and began to snore.
I pushed her in the side, she decided to get up
The bird looked at me, waiting for me.
I directed a stream of smoke into an open beak.
The sun went down, seeing a cough sound.
Over the houses sunset. In the sky a flock of birds.
Stepping back, I snapped down sharply.
As an arrow, the bird took a step forward.
I watched. In the depths of my soul melted ice.
At the sight of a dream, I saw a gray chance.
The bird, with its beak extended, closed its right eye.
I sat down, the wind was singing in the sky
The oak in the field above me smoked the smoke looked

I began to think "How can I spit the sky?"
Quietly in the pocket of his beak his bird tried to shove
I grabbed a stick fast. I flew by
The air is dusty. Above the houses the cloud hung
The aroma floated across the sky. So I took a step.
The bird has a packet in its beak. The howl was in his ears.
I spat. On the bird my gaze was long ago.
I did a swing. The blow seemed to knock off the wing.
A little laugh. I let time come to my senses.
Reading something under my nose, I wiped the sweat from my forehead.
Always, I thought, I knew the answer.
With a smile of the beast, he picked up the packet from the ground with his hand.
And again the smoke in the sky. The wind is again with me.
I see the sunset, suddenly a familiar rustling behind my back.