Текст песни А.Витаков - Дудочка

Today, from the past, from a distance
I had the flute - that's nonsense!
And rolled under the old tram
After a snowstorm and hoarse January.

I know it from the distant meadows -
There are, I know, everything is there and there is nothing.
There in the sky circling birds of notes,
Music to herbs shepherd boy pressed.
Music to herbs shepherd boy pressed.

Here again he is hiding in a pipe fear
Before coat dragonfly feet.
And if you look at the above - then hold on:
There turquoise butterfly life.

In a warm palm burning charcoal
Butterfly. Where is a butterfly house?
I would now let the coal,
I cauterized to heart and turned on.
I cauterized to heart and turned on.

I would now let the blue day,
Butterflies in the field, epic shadow
So I knew that if the wind range,
It is my angel wings beat me.

To feel like inventing me,
God mixed over the elements of Fire
The seed of wormwood with the spirit of the taiga
Under a lone violin blizzard.
Under a lone violin blizzard.

Today, from the past, from a distance
I had the flute - that's nonsense!
I had the flute. Hush, tram.
It whispers erstwhile grass.
It whispers erstwhile grass.