Текст песни Лёва Матюшкин - ночные цветы

Head to the hurricane -
and again I'm in the air funnel
to run along the very edge
falling on the traces of your wounds
and the wounds of the earth and run, run, oh how drunk I am
so - that the airships
the hymns of their countries buzz after me
and hundreds of comets near,
to collect a bouquet
lest you tell me
that I've never been here -
because I crawled out the whole sky
to put you in a vase
these night flowers