Текст песни Александр Дмитриевич - Блядские голуби

We are sitting with you on a sloping tiled roof,
We happily we celebrate the wings of the sunset.
Below swim, past us and dusk smoke,
Scars of dull motorways and bodies of human compost.

Stand
Wait a minute.
Do not fly away.
We are blades pigeons.
Blya pigeons.

Give me your beak in your teeth.

We sit with you, making our feathers like a fan,
You postpone the eggs right in my hand.
I closed my eyes, revealed, and again suddenly you did not
And you died into the sky to KakAki on people.

Stand
Wait a minute.
Do not fly away.
We are blades pigeons.
Blya pigeons.

Give me your beak in your teeth.