Текст песни А.Троицкий - Чайки

I hope to be understood, in a quarrel
with myself,
and with you,
It does not melt ...
like a seagull flying
on the sea
flies,
because it flies ...
and wings tickling
breeze
and the deep blue
caresses.
To dream in the way of cornices
houses
get wet in the rain.
write,
because writing
and not to write
can not.
seagulls over Peter hear
love and bystanders.
happiness and fell asleep on a cot
for months, years, weeks,
and gulls eat
with garbage -
to the sea
not flown ...