Текст песни О.Ткачинський - те, що сниться хмарочосам

Again alone rooftops
Night frightened, exhausted sleep.
Dream them quiet little huts,
What carelessly in the forest stand.

They want to leave the city buildings,
But the foundations have grown strongly.
Blink crowded box
And immersed in dreams.

Dream silent lake fishermen
A cozy fireplace travelers
Clean air without gas propane -
So, what each of us wanted.

It would be possible - leaving meshty,
But can not go anywhere
Locked under house arrest
Towers rebels.

City pies elegant dandy,
How many candles burned for it!
Happiness hundreds of square meters,
From the top of the road leading to the stars ...

Sleep, my weary centuries ogre,
Let you certainly nasnytsya
The river, which is invisible shore -
Getting heavenly gardens.