Текст песни Игорь Федоровский - 01 Мотылёк запутался

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Moth caught in lace curtains
And it can not escape into the world of multi-storey ...
Open ye the windows and let some
Solar snowflakes on a piece of paper.

Let them zakruzhat, zatuzhit is not entitled,
And peace be silent in the twilight of the dawn,
Moth does not see the ravines - gravel,
Where then the machine will say

In the fields asphalt, flights, not spit,
Do not hit the white wing in the air ...
Moth caught in a muslin July
A fight like a wet glass,

Burst out of place, for someone to crack,
Not wait white luminous days ...
Serving a life to put in curtains
Moth with the name, maybe mine.