Текст песни Тимофей Яровиков - ОБЛАКА ИЗ МОЛОКА

CLOUD OF MILK

Uneven knock, Hey, Hey,
Tired of diesel engines,
My guitar helps fraction.
And the harder road than Snape,
The more the heart is full of love.
And no sorrow, no offense,
And the heart no longer hurts.
Well, who is not on the way -
Let them forgive.
And the map of the sky on the hands,
And if faith is great,
That sun - honey and clouds -
From milk ...

Let angrily staring me in the back of a drunken cop.
I do like a cold snowy Baba.
Carry me flying my ship
Home to my heavenly continent.
And if the motive for the soul,
Then try to pick up,
Well, who is not on the way -
Those God will forgive.
And happiness in the heart of the Fool -
In my hand your hand!
And the sun - honey and clouds -
From milk ...

Listen friend, Hey, Hey,
no rubles in the sky.
They think there is even a reproach.
And if the weight rubles
Do not the oppression of the land,
There is a sure chance to live a heavenly life.
The whole world fits in his hand,
When there is no time to be sad.
Well, who is not on the way -
Already I am forgiven.
And from the bottom of the sky let the hand
Grabbed the star sand,
Where the sun - honey and clouds -
From milk ...

Where the sun - honey and clouds -
From milk ...

Oh, the sun - honey and clouds -
From milk!