Текст песни Белая Гвардия - Крылья стрекоз

Narrow ribbon old cassette,
Ashorthified cigarette
Last smoke.
Boy in short teen costume
In the center of the abandoned crossroads,
What was with him?

Sad lady in the tram window,
Over the crossroads empty span
In rose skirt
Smoothly wave on the farewell with his hands,
And then you will remember the centuries -
Wings dragonflies.

In smoking chad, among the sculptors drunk
Someone played a sick piano
Evil and seriously.
His hands felt the texture.
Starting, we both recognized the sculpture -
Wings dragonflies.

Thousands of women beautiful and young,
Like on ropes, dancing on strings,
Shadows in paradise.
But on the deep streams conscious
Again flooded the memories
In memory of your ...

Your oodalski is jealous again
Sew them high class modists
Skirts of their roses.
Something again underdese the pilots,
Helicopters hang in the morning sky -
Wings dragonflies.