Текст песни Кира Малыгина - Пирога

Sleep silent clouds
Light road
On them is transparent and easy
Cocks pie.
Slip pie over the earth
In the rays of dawn,
And the boy sleeps in the cake of that
Looks like summer.

He sleeps without knowing where
Carries the flow
And life is not joy, not trouble,
And an adventure.
Hand does not touch the oars,
Carries a cake
Water is transparent and light,
And thank God.

A quiet river will come down,
With the river knowledge
And the river is formed,
Memories.
And cursed hard
His cake
And he takes the paddle,
And thank God.

He sails through the sea,
And oceans
And he will see how they burn,
Hearts and countries.
Nights and weekly storms
There will be a lot,
But he will stay alive,
And thank God.

Cake in the sky soars,
In gray promin
In the cake of the old man sits,
Looks like autumn.
Hand does not touch the oars,
Carries a cake
Water is transparent and light,
And thank God.