Текст песни Олег Хаславский - Больница

HOSPITAL

I

Through the fog, ragged and hazy
You see the garden flying around
Where the crows are like black leaves
Hanging motionless on the branches
And buildings with a squat chain
They rise as if from a dream.
For the buildings of the steppe, and for the steppe
Silence, silence, silence.

II

Bored in the garden: crows, and they flew away,
Stumps are molded between the trunks by people with disabilities
Bad weather flies fast - it seems - days,
And to take a closer look, it’s not days, but weeks.
In this wilderness, the longing of a bear
No, yes, and howl, silently, inadvertently, - with an eye ...
And over the cliff with the owner's important habits
From the north, silently swim and swim clouds.