Текст песни Птицами - Прекрасно

As if beating the salt in the atria,
If the bubble burst.
Girl, these earrings
From iolite, topaz,
Or turquoise.
As if driving from the language of prayer,
As if beating bird
Inside fool.
This drape or tweed,
Or maybe
Even jacquard.

Or it may even be
(Deliver and prevented)
Magic of atoms and molecules.
So strangely remember you
Quite a different person.
So strange,
It seems a trifle,
But as painful and empty.
So silly meet
Forever after,
And do not feel it.

Keep your eyes open,
I throw clothespins from the balcony.
It smells of clothing:
Fuel oil, fire
And grandfather's cologne.
It smells of childhood:
Gum the Turbo, the doctors hands,
And grandmother bouquets.

But the girl.

You no longer smell
Nothing out of this.

Who would have
Prior to acknowledge God,
Who could explain
What time soon
We will cut out
The purest,
As a butcher.

I wave to you,
Smile crumpling,
I cry to you, hello.

Girl from 5-B.

Remember
How loud
We laughed together?

It was
Perfectly.