Текст песни Вит Музуров - Предчувствие разрыва

and the thought of jump
                                     glass , empty :
we flew , hear , flew .
we were together - inconsistent flock .
and broke the sky on a swing.
and waving a wedge against the wind ,
myself leafing through , reading about himself
in an absurd dream .
                             I dream of you get tired .
sobёsh seven pairs of boots icy .
me from birth not stuck courage
restlessness and fed up .
 
we , like clockwork , on calluses suite -
talk for the last time in a dream :
I dream of you tired like a log .
and tired of me in the spring .
 
March 2013