пернатый.Zмей - Она
текст песни

She sits on the steps in a dirty porch
She sits on the steps and strokes the cat's ear
Do not make out the words of her song
After all, this sings the emptiness itself

The hands of the trees caress her,
Her hair is the first herbs
Her river is full to the edges
There is not a drop of poison in it
Her eyes are pool of lakes
Her saliva is living water
But how she still lived
You never know.

Rays leave yellow spots on the walls
Rays, fragments, eternal spring
The words of her song are incomprehensible
After all, this sings silence itself

And her cat is color of the night
Shiny wool, ears
All the roads of his tail are shorter,
And hooks in the pillows
On the forehead of the cat are white stars
Fear is sown on birds
Mouse nests are ruined
He is only humble in her hands

Anyway, in any lane
It is not important time and place
Even here, among spit and cigarette butts
Beauty itself is sitting

The hands of the trees caress her,
Her hair is the first herbs
Her river is full to the edges
There is not a drop of poison in it
Her eyes are pool of lakes
Her saliva is living water
But how she still lived
You never know