Текст песни Белый Орёл - Слепой

What are clouds like?

My blind son asked me.

I would explain to you, but how?

You can't see, my dear.



Well, explain at least somehow.

I, like you, want to know everything

And the truth is that they float

And can they quickly disappear?



Yes it's true clouds

There are different, sonny.

It's like a river

And this is a lush haystack.



These are the fisherman's nets,

And this is like a gray wolf.

Well, papa, why are you silent

And your hand is shaking?



Then I didn't tell my son

That one gray cloud

Looks like his eyes

With glasses like night haze



What are clouds like?

My blind son asked me.

I would explain to you, but HOW? ..