Игорь Лазарев - Пилоты
текст песни

When the winds from the north did not blow
We looked from under the hands in the field
And the sounds were filled with sound
And smelled of a series and clover

We were knocked down pilots
Scattered along the surface of the sheet
Each other on the cheeks with a straw
How the stars were drawn on board

You danced until midnight
With a wave throwing curls on the shoulders
And, leaning against the wall, I listened to how
Heels knock on old boards

Knock heel
No matter how I rub about these secrets
Growing is so easy
How a blade of grass sprouts between the sleepers

The rain has drawn the space obliquely
Like a first -grader notebook
I held out my palms to his swallows
But not to get a departure

Everything is somehow too tanned
And constrained by prudence
To disassemble, by whom my head
Sloping a telephone zummer

All planes are parked
Lounged by hangars
Why is everything stupid like that?
You dance everything, I believe ..

Porky moth
No matter how I rub about these secrets
Blow - so easy
How chamomile blooms between sleepers