Текст песни ОЛЕГ МИТЯЕВ - Дым печной

Bloomed with glass patterns
In the window of dark sirens.
Heat silence flowed,
Like the light of the pupil of the deer.
And the forest of Bayukal Winter,
And snow is driving
Was unbearable
Sadness in river glass
As if a whole century
It was snowing.

And the boy saw a strange dream
About the life of the unexplored
Churches of the Berlin silent ringing
And afternoon tea
And century last end,
And in a lit building
Everything breathes expectation
And soon christmas,
And only it is waiting for him
His.

Smoke foam there is Candrea,
And not childhood smells.
Sleep flows
Midnight beats
A century is about to go.

And here on Rosenheimer five
Horses stopped,
And couples over them began to turn
And floating around the area
And over passersby people
And on Germany
In its misunderstanding
Values ​​of borders
For some persons
And birds.

Smoke foam there is Candrea,
And not childhood smells.
Sleep flows
Midnight beats
A century is about to go.

Through doors with matte glass -
Blurred vision
People sitting at the table,
And new book reading
And clumsy translation
Professor Literature
About the Vologda Area,
About the forest and hemp,
About North River
Oka.

Smoke foam there is Candrea,
And not childhood smells.
Sleep flows
Midnight beats
A century is about to go.