Текст песни Константин Никольский - Облако

Where attracts me blind luck
Among friends, acquaintances and friends?
I like the cloud, the wind tearing apart
Without giving him a chance to shed the rain.

And choose what proportion sweeter
I have no time nor heart nor mind.
Laughing in the shower over the fate of his missing,
I'm just waiting for the clap of thunder.

Let the party roar dry winds,
I sell the land, as in the outstanding debt ...
I just need to have coincided all the signs,
To live in heaven I can not.

I'm tired of this idle evil
Let the thunder will strike strained silence.
In broad daylight, in the middle of the midday heat,
I'll beat the booming iron roofs.

For filament yarn, weaving cloth rain,
Peals thunderstorms born water
Watered the earth, and she will melt,
And do not leave any trace in the sky.

Where attracts me blind luck
Among friends, acquaintances and friends?
I like the cloud, the wind tearing apart
Without giving him a chance to shed the rain.