Lyrics Павел Пиковский - мальчик

boy walking down the street
shaggy like a dandelion
whistling motiiv

around Versace and Krishna
he hears what is not heard
and piercing look
truthful

flashers, cars
they killed someone again
angels and physicians have flown

and the capital is crying again
and cigarettes in faces
until the siren is silent

the sun shines on the roofs
to eight getting quieter
and the evening session in kinoooo

tired people are running
from flirting and from preludes
and here teenagers drink wine

syringes and contraceptives
and everything around is perspective
to make some extra money

kiosk and yellow press -
products of evil progress
and everyone chooses his own

and he goes on the road
forgetting about erased legs
and all around for him - the elements

over a series of kilometers
he hears the music of the wind
he sees the brush and his strokes

boy walking down the street
shaggy like a dandelion
shines the light of heavenly eyes

ask and he will not answer
say and he won't notice
none of the naaaass