Текст песни BlackBird - Ловец во ржи

Tell me, my sleepless friend
What awaits us in the summer field.
Our sun - chariot circle
Wheel, slippery toe.
Catcher in the rye. On the way to Paradise
Minuesh abyss. First snow.
One for all.

A couple of lines on a crumpled sheet.
Night hisses broken lamp.
At the edge you look down:
Emptiness. Wind weak
Touch lock. Why stand
If he catches us on the fly,
In this void ...

Give me your word, dear Holden
What I'm young again.
On the way to Paradise, the light is not in confusion!
On the destruction of the planet
Children dance, dance children
Dancing adult lie
The Catcher in the Rye…
Breathe, breathe ...