Текст песни Mr.Hyde - Лин Константин и Коновалов Павел - Божок солнечного ветра

Light god, my bright-eyed chick -
the thread is tight.
I would never touch you
if I could not love
translucent slippery fingers,
lips of parted wings ...

Flash! - and fiery calcium chloride
veins burns down.

The solar wind is pouring in greedily
on the lips of the spread wings.

... The lot is to sit on a hateful planet
today it has completely cooled down.

What, love, are you to blame?

Indulging in the sun's eyes
your son is already spreading his wings,
so as not to be left without us.

Sergey Kaplan