Текст песни Машина Времени - Флюгер

On the roof of the stand,
As you soar above the ground.
And just above the roof
And only the roof vane.
It is made everywhere,
To his great distress,
From arrows and turntables on a nail.
He wanted to stay solid,
To avoid bad rumors,
But the right-left turns, alas.

Well, where is the honor to preserve?
About this speech.
This unstable thing.
All night
Broken wind
A day in the morning to turn
In the other direction to go.
As the storm and the storm -
He was so tired,
What confused cardinal
I started.

And he waited for the time will come
Appointed time comes,
And the world will be the other way around!
And it will reveal the essence.
He ever
Indicate the wind path,
Which blowing.

But the time has come,
And so covered with snow,
What swung the vane
And from the spire blew.
In the dreams of the good
In winter pore
He disappeared in January
In someone else's yard.

But believe it or not,
And I know for sure,
What's in the city since then - no wind! ..
The simple secret:
It makes no sense to blow,
When no one turns back.