Текст песни Андрей Венцерев - Летние облака

Song Arthur Glushkova

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I ridiculously broke the blue talisman from the sky
Splits scattered, cut the heart and soul
Instead of blood from the Russian Academy of Sciences
And I was silently sitting, the fascinated listened

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Summer clouds are so tight
Don't come to them, don't be trick
Clouds seraphim blonde flies
Either laugh at us, or then frown

I I.

You are silent wisely, understanding words only with sound
Running lines read, thrown, breakdowns
In life, I know the second breath,
Only in the event that the first is not yet torn.

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I I I.

In the city, someone fleets scattered the sun
Agregate about tomorrow's two stranded weather forecasters
The world is divided into squares, squares on rings
If the soul is where the north, then the heart where the tropics

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