Текст песни Кузьминова Екатерина - В парусиновых брюках

In canvas trousers, wide, patched, long

We waddled, our head was a little to one side
We invented the sea as in the old pictures
And agreed that not all islands are open

We came up with a city where old nets dry
Where the station and the dock smell like fish
We have invented a city where severe children
And compasses are hung on poles instead of clocks

We came up with such honesty that God forbid anyone
If someone is in trouble, then try to hide your eyes
If the scream is outside the window, try not to leave the house
If someone drowns in a storm, try to extinguish the sails

But a moment comes, and such an age comes
Growing out of the streets of a little sweet land
The arrow changes the pole, and the invented city melts
And it's time to leave, and it's time for us to burn ships

In canvas trousers, wide, patched, long
We waddled, our head was a little to one side
We invented the sea as in the old pictures
And agreed that not all islands are open