Текст песни Максим Жигновский - Ветер с юга

WIND FROM THE SOUTH

A bird in the sky kneads its wings, soars ...
The wind from the south blows the brains, whistles ...
Take feet in hand and forever run away somewhere into the distance,
Only this is not so simple, which is a pity.

How it is necessary to be a little freer on the way,
But only heavy debts hang ...
I hung at work at night until morning, and then:
Streets, people, bus, parental home.

By fast train or by plane in the night
From city to city to catch the wind, even shout!
It is worth falling behind, and from the north he will throw back by the wind to another,
Angry and cold. Instantly sober up - alone again.

Dreams boring change, all about nothing.
The clamshell creak and the TV is on.
And every day the mustache grows longer - I will be different.
Snow melts in February, but it should go ...

(Words and music - M. Zhignovsky,
02/11/2000 g.)