Текст песни минус - летели облака минус

The clouds flew, flew far
Like my mother's hand, like my father's leotard.
Like fish ships, like the thoughts of a fool,
Clouds flew over the glasses of the Earth.

Domes and flowers flew on the road,
Ringing the bells, reckless like you.
Like a drop of milk, like hello and goodbye,
The clouds flew like unfinished tea.

The clouds were flying ...
The clouds were flying ...
The clouds were flying ...

Bricks flew to soldiers from old walls,
Dragons of change, in bohemians and stoves.
Not a terrible war, not bitter wine,
A sad country, and in it is your window.

I will light the light in the kitchen from the face of the chest,
Where wings have been looking for a rider for many years.
I'll get it, knead it, attach it on my back,
And I will launch the spring and the clouds in me.

And the clouds in me ...
The clouds were flying ...
The clouds were flying ...