Текст песни Валентина Голощапова - Глиняные фигурки

Clay figures

Clay figures look at us tired
Alo with pupils are looking for someone who is not with us
They are little ...

Komny clay takes, crushing.
You know what to do - you can not otherwise
So, you depict blood again
The eyes of the clay deity - and cry.

Our houses are deserted, people come to them rarely
Only branches are knocking on the roof, and the rain can be rain with a grid,
Checkered label.

Outside this roof - freedom.
Nature does not pray clay, does not cut veins,
Only foam bessille scratches windows, but years
Make your gray wall figures.

Rasia
His gods.
After all, they are pushed you, smile in a stone,
Burn.
Rasia
They do not know,
What are you ready ...