Lyrics ДДТ - летели облака
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летели облака,
летели далеко,
как мамина рука,
как папино трико,
как рыбы - корабли,
как мысли дурака,
над стеклами земли
летели облака
летели облака
летели купола,
дороги и цветы,
звоня в колокола
беспечные, как ты,
как капли молока,
как здравствуй и прощай,
как недопитый чай,
летели облака
летели облака
летели кирпичи -
солдаты старых стен,
богема и бичи,
драконы перемен
не страшная война,
не горькое вино,
печальная страна,
а в ней твое окно
а в ней твое окно
летели далеко,
как мамина рука,
как папино трико,
как рыбы - корабли,
как мысли дурака,
над стеклами земли
летели облака
летели облака
летели купола,
дороги и цветы,
звоня в колокола
беспечные, как ты,
как капли молока,
как здравствуй и прощай,
как недопитый чай,
летели облака
летели облака
летели кирпичи -
солдаты старых стен,
богема и бичи,
драконы перемен
не страшная война,
не горькое вино,
печальная страна,
а в ней твое окно
а в ней твое окно
Flew clouds,
Flew away,
As mother's hand,
Like daddy's tights,
As fish - ships,
As a fool's thoughts,
Above the glass of the earth
The clouds were flying
The clouds were flying
Flying domes,
Roads and flowers,
Bell-ringing
Carefree like you,
Like a drop of milk,
How good and good-bye,
As a non-drunk tea,
The clouds were flying
The clouds were flying
Flying bricks -
Soldiers of old walls,
Bohemians and pests,
Dragons of change
Not a terrible war,
Not bitter wine,
A sad country,
And in it your window
And in it your window
Flew away,
As mother's hand,
Like daddy's tights,
As fish - ships,
As a fool's thoughts,
Above the glass of the earth
The clouds were flying
The clouds were flying
Flying domes,
Roads and flowers,
Bell-ringing
Carefree like you,
Like a drop of milk,
How good and good-bye,
As a non-drunk tea,
The clouds were flying
The clouds were flying
Flying bricks -
Soldiers of old walls,
Bohemians and pests,
Dragons of change
Not a terrible war,
Not bitter wine,
A sad country,
And in it your window
And in it your window