Текст песни Михаил Шитов - Июльский пух

July fluff
Letters torn to shreds ... Friendships with dust in the corners
Tablecloth cleverly poses faces - all in knots ...
And involuntarily, surreptitiously. I look at the clock ...
I will bear .., all right. I'll come back from the remote cavities
And the floor will be turned, in the morning July fluff
I understand touching the sun, that is no longer blind, not deaf
Light clouds without knocking on doors glide hand
Smiling in a white dress ... ... You come from far away.
Two bracelet as a memento. Like a pendulum clock on the wall
Maybe it's someone's envy recoup me
Drink offense simply. And who I blame?
What pull hopelessly through the year, in the impossibility of invisible thread
There, where the floor is spinning in the morning in July fluff
Where understand touching the sun, that is no longer blind, not deaf
Where light cloud without knocking, the door will slide In Hand
Smiling in a white dress ... .... You will come from afar.