Текст песни Не Б.Г. - Ветер

Through dust, but on a dirty road,
On the steppe, but on the side
It rustled imperceptibly
I flew by and sang very sadly.

In the corners, breaking into windows
And plucking acacia bushes,
Meta newspapers in the yards
And flags at the demonstration.

Sometimes caressing gently
Sometimes spitting rain and snow
Sometimes you want to
Send everything to the ass and sail with the wind.

Circling colorful leaves
And with them scraps of paper,
Arriving at the reception of glass containers
And after hearing a lot of swearing,

It takes off, gaining strength
Collecting clouds in the sky
Flashing and thundering
Licks wounds, rain, on the ground on the body.

And then in the predawn haze
Flies away by the paths of the mountains
And only far to the east
Lightning flashes like a mute reproach.