Текст песни Мерлин - Мышь, что не станет летучей

Night outside, black opening
As if the brush is scheduled.
Spinning House in a waltz with rain
In the rhythm of the flickering candles.
In the sky the moon. In the house alone,
With faith in the only case
She is crying and looking through the rain without sleep
The mouse that will not fly.

Akin to the fur - gray days,
Fade Plaid of fluff.
Bends the line caustic rot
The old girl is maturing.
What else? After billed -
I fell unlucky ticket.
Only softly sings about the sky
The mouse that will not fly.

She was saying all this poison,
The mink warmer and drier -
Fold in the way of life of drawers
It is important and it is necessary to do the same.
Listen everyone believes in the success,
But the clouds dissipate,
Every cell is pulled up
The mouse that will not fly.

Rushed out, into the darkness in a dream -
Forest will open her arms.
From accusingly waiting windows
In search of a strange happiness!
Vernal darkness suddenly froze,
Rainbow stood over Krucha is helped ...
When soared into the sky, light and bright,
The mouse that has become volatile.
It soared into the sky, light and bright,
The mouse that has become volatile.