Текст песни Янка Дягелева - Стаи летят

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   Under the pyki in the steppe, in the yshi about the Faith
   Dm Am
   In the legs of the bow, flocks fly
   To the gray handkerchief, the stone to the neck
   In a gulp, maybe,

   The tape on the desk was looking for
   Dm Dm (5) G # 7 (4)
   Compressed pts, time ahead
   Krest under the window, elbows ystali
   Banner on the bayonet, goat in the garden

   Gray peace, sleep under the wheels.
   The veins are dormant, everything is light
   Light barefooted kykish y nose
   Next run on a leash

   Eternal flame, day lamps
   Dark distance, wider eyes
   A crisp infusion, cry, podnye
   An angle, a candle, a table, a picture ...

   Under the fire in the steppe, flocks fly
   Maybe they will ...