Текст песни Пилот - Гарь

It feels the night from the lantern to the lantern of the Small Kroishev,
And I scream all shouting my mouth,
And in the hands of traces of despair, scores for later.
Under the white cloudy glass, I'll skate myself "Secret",
I will not say the passwords. As if in the water I look.
Only flying away, I will touch the forehead of your wing!

And only deeply knocks in the chest with prison chains of the soul,
Hears songs in the night, looking for a house among nightmarish sleep.
Throw branches in the fire! Shouts, dance, have fun, crowd,
Where is the smell of Gary by human award for love will always be fattened!

On each trail there is a terrible beast,
But you run, do not turn around. Believe me,
We have a trap on him!
And on any window where neither look, the bird in the blood is knocking.
Leave alone alone, fly away from here!
We have nothing to help!


(c) Ilya Knabengof, summer 2011