Текст песни Твердый киль - на зачитаку 2

let you Surfing
Well let you take off
there between heaven and clouds
I am not the one Parkhaev
(I do not want to wake up one)

and you squeeze me tight hands
I'll show you where you fly
and under his feet only to the oceans
where a lot of mountains and empty desert

I swam for a long time in the hope thoughts
soiled melting, swam without clothes
a piece of the truth, Bed tenderness
It should be enough, but we are not children

we kind of grew older and wiser
hickey on his neck, sparring in bed
perhaps I would not have written without inspiration
you breathe, you will hasten the time

I'll find it will find even from the ground
albeit not in the circle where I can not find flowers
but I have grown more you wait is not much
I'll put them in the morning at your threshold

I am not a prophet but I know that I would see again
I hear the voice of fate will bring the road
and only God knows what lies ahead
silent soon our paths converge