Текст песни Пеликен - Крыла

How many eyes at your icons
How many tears on your cheeks
How many stars in my epaulettes
So many dreams in your legs
What you do not build a palace
Will the house - on the outskirts of
What you do not change the face
Your Lock - cheek pricked

Chorus:
And when my dear new friend
I give my horse
You ask: "What about the smoke?"
That burning wings that kept me

Whether you are glad: left your law
But with you I do not want captured
Grey brother still sat on the throne
But here's a hell, not honors
Here you have a garden, black grass
Where the stars fell yesterday
Where white brother spoke the words
We have the words, but only whether it is necessary?

Chorus

Jokes, yuletide, falconry heights
Blind man's buff, hide and seek, blue-eyed lynx
Dog howling, and I decided to sing along
Do not blame the snake - why bother
Hands in his pockets, quietly down
Flute, showered cornice
Come enough children, very large
Your chocolate wind does not solve the problem
They sang, drank and fed by hand.
Once upon a time good souls at the river
Me "is" on "the other", the curve led
It would be all ... But still. wing Burned