Текст песни Оркестр Памяти Здравого Смысла - Ветер

(Words by Igor Feofilaktov)

Evening ... Autumn in the city,
The city no longer believes in the spring.
Evening ... Too cold
To try again to fall asleep,

But a cup of coffee on a table, and a ringing phone -
Suddenly remind of your life, like a dream,
Rain is calling me to her, the wind wants to change,
A cup of coffee on the table among the bleak gray walls ...

Damp ... The sky hid
For muddy wall of clouds,
The sun does not look at us -
Who likes to look at the fools? ..

But a cup of coffee on a table, and a ringing phone -
We have tens of thousands of years to watch this strange dream,
Rain is calling me to her, the wind wants to change,
A cup of coffee on the table among the bleak gray walls ...

It is foolish to simply live as he lived,
While waiting for manna from heaven.
Little, too little power ...
But it was too little strength, but still too little strength ....

Smile! You hear me,
Outside the window, lit the beginning of a new day -
This wind brought us the dawn,
Only the wind, there is nothing else! ..