Текст песни Ночные снайперы - Пух

Am F C E
You suddenly notice yesterday,
Am F C E
your merged with fluff poplar.
F
Your wings more than a century.
Am
So take off! Why these cries
F E
on the edges, where the heading,
           Am
usually silent.

And my way does not pass you.
But I pass through the cold light,
wave through your warm eyes,
never krichashih "no" into the abyss,
you are a long time digging yourself.

Deep into the jump. And in response: "Do not touch"
my desire for you.
You would have to keep the fire
penetration in truth.
Why aging in nearly
hot coals?

You suddenly notice yesterday,
your merged with fluff poplar.
Your wings more than a century.
So fly! Why these cries
on the edges, where the heading,
usually silent.