Пикник - Ветер лилипутов
текст песни

(E. Schklyarsky - A.Shklyarskaya)

Fury is poured over the edge,
Firing lava.
Who stole your face
You don't know yet.

But the voices are imperishable
In crooked and bent.
I scattered on the way
The wind of the Liliputs.

And the lost thread
Like a loop on the neck,
Where, tell me, now catch
Your reflection?

For twelve voices
Morning rang.
I scattered on the way
The wind of the Liliputs.

It was tormented by half a face
Mirror dumb.
Ah, leave me
At least for a moment at rest.

But the voices are imperishable ...
I scattered on the way ...
The wind of the Liliputs ...