Текст песни Н.Муратова, Н.Баринова - Ветер в голове

Well, when an empty head -
No sawdust, no chaff, no dust,
Oak firewood is not stored in it,
A walk only the wind and poetry.
Well, let her not have enough brains,
But there are no obstacles.
My head is a reservoir of winds
Extravagant, affectionate and mischievous.
Early in the morning - a breeze with a breeze
After dinner, a steady monsoon,
And they can blow from top to bottom,
To the right, to the left and from all sides.
What to do if the wind is in my head?
Application he would have to find -
Drive the ocean sailing corvette
Or an obedient mill to twist.
And the leaves rustle softly,.
Flying on a moose trail
Help the yellow-and-yellow chick fly up
Sweep poplar fluff across the sky.
My head is continuous drafts
Only wind and poetry walk there.