Текст песни Мария Бунтарская - Небо пегое сегодня реяло - Мария Степанова

The piebald sky was flying today
Running trotter.
Like wax, music from the player
Ears are full.

Hanging in an apron on a pretty neck,
Contemplating the clouds
Still, like a mitten, I'll find
I'm a double up the sleeve.

And I will see: to my native hut
A cloud is approaching, belly,
Citizen buys whiskey
The postman takes away the correspondence.

Me and I are like two American women
We are watching the natives.
Day is white and yogurt in the bank.
The spoon lingers in the middle.