Текст песни Птицами - Дым..

And one day I still have enough weighty words
And, taking a deep breath, I, stumbling, begin the story:
About how many cities I've seen without you
How in the stars, squinting, looking for whales,
And about how, my friend, how I missed us.
You will listen all night without closing your eyes.

I'll tell you how sweet melons smell in the port,
Like the sun in salty waters extinguishes the sunset
And then, lazily and unhurriedly, it fires up in the morning.
How sweet the guitar songs are in your mouth,
Who is the only addressee of my poems,
And what I stumble upon, opening hundreds of pages at random.

But when I have no words left
We'll understand that words are just smoke
And there is a lot of him around.

We'll bolt the door
And let's go in search of ripe melons.
You know, friend, I really missed it.