Текст песни Сергей Плешак - Ветер

Wind, holding out the sides of the antenna and roofs,
Warning, cheeky, flies into a wide field.
Where it will not hear him
Wounds slide, not hiding, will appear.

Pain will dull. And long wandering on the roads
In herbs batheing, swinging on fir branches,
The wind will forget about the city and in the sky high
The stars will sing a lot of honeymoon songs.

Quietly links, broke up with peace
Song of the bestless joy of the starry paradise.
A month-ark sails with a clear butter boy,
Easy shine Star Lika Laca.

Well, when loneliness grabbing behind the gate,
Soft paw on the throat pressed the usual
Wind, as before, hurry, returns to the city,
Dust raises and whistles indecent in the ears.