Текст песни Фейкин - Рыжие мысли

Red thought his succession
I ran across the road.
I grab them by the tail of one
And pressed slightly.
Red thought as a field of flowers
Circling round dance
In the narrow streets , on the edge of the bridge ,
On the roofs of gray plants.
Red thought - pain medicine
Any , even to that inside.
Open up red thoughts at will,
For them to come again !
Red thought - like a beacon ,
What always lead to the goal.
Red thought redhead eccentric,
Listen, we have already arrived .
& quot; Red ! & quot ;, shout after me .
I smile and reply :
& quot; Red, red ! Sunlight,
I look forward to our next meeting ! & Quot;