Текст песни Моя дорогая - Облака

Clouds float so low
And scratch, eyes closed -
In this house, in the middle of the stub,
I like seed, keep the smell of May ...
And frustrated piano
This street store my notes,
But do not play Sonatinas
And do not jump out of this freedom ...

Sometimes, when I smile
These pools of his reflection,
Wind in the warm foliage burrowing,
Try on me as a decoration.
And suddenly becomes detached
My body is confused with the look -
Equation, once resolved,
But, alas, no one checked ...

So I will like to keep leaves
In this autumn on branches drenched.
Just enjoy the view from the window,
Silly linking table with a stool ...
I'm nowhere, far and near.
Methodically cutting off the calendar,
In this house, in the middle of the stub,
I like seed, keep the smell of May ...