Текст песни Марадан Осень - Бумеранг

Morning hours standby airport,
large-tonnage planes sky clanged overhead.
If I could have in you easily pronounce the verses
each passenger, a pop-up in the noise,
you'd stood austere, with huge enormous eyes,
quiet, with some uniformity in gestures.
I'd paced in a black cloak, all of a Mr.
To me the most to your moles all you're interested.

Here we have a windy, immature summer, as the sour apple.
This is a special beauty, from which the lungs are compressed heavily.
You have just pressed her lips so dull
to my hot forehead / weather reports thereon
It can be read /. I'd stepped into the street
in crumpled shirt, with a clock on the right, with the smell of Saint Laurent.
You know, I'm ready for anything, whatever you want ...
You know, any action in principle - a boomerang.