Текст песни Мишень Лазарев - Запах открытого неба

The smell of the open sky .
Three haul space.
Exhale sublunary coolness.
Sleep halts and stations.

Humility and collegiality of the rail ...
North grows on the eyes
Through her lashes .
Prorva grass left, right twilight ...
Brusnitsya get wet beads .
Height melts fear.

Above the clouds domes bird
August hurry in the way :
Fiery wheel spokes
Thunderstorms pierced his chest.