Текст песни Никита Чуйко - Пока ветер гуляет по трубам

While the wind walks through the pipes
Crying your lonely song
I will euthanize my many-sided
I’ll dig a deep hole in her soul.
Do not slap your eyelashes
Do not urinate them in vain with tears.
We will all become birds someday
Fly over the wide fields.
Let your red lips not tremble
We fall asleep anyway lonely.
Pipes impudent sadness continue to pour ....
Who knew that so cruel
Their tunes may be.