Текст песни Игорь Бурмистров - Бьётся посуда

Beating utensils
Who believes the signs, the door opened
Hello well, a miracle,
Pierced with light beautiful light
Out of nowhere
You gaze was nowhere and disappeared
And copper Buddha
Draws little finger pattern on the water

Showers and thunderstorms
Perfect storm, funny rain
Branch of mimosa,
Pinned to the dress at left chest
Small placer
The fragmentation of the words hurried stream
Artsy pose
Bruised hands and weary shoulders

Black on white
The familiar layout, the final verse
The leaves of mistletoe
Chasing away the devils by thy palaces
Wag inept
Frightened wings rocked the earth
All managed to
You're down to start from scratch

As it wisely
To leave without waiting agonizing years
Sweet miracle
Pierced light, brighter than the light
Out of nowhere
You appeared eyes and again you do not have
And copper Buddha
Clears the last hand your trail