Текст песни Фалькор - 19. Белокрылые Лошадки

White-winged horses
(S. Biryukov)

White-winged horses fly away forever
In their toy habits, children see trouble,
He imagines that the door-windows must be locked tightly,
For some peaceful purpose, hide guns under the bed ..

Their parents and grandfathers silently roll to the bottom,
Their silent conversations parody the movie ..
From under the edge of the blanket, the children look a little breathing,
As having risen in advance, the soul world leaves ...

Our hands lick bitches
And eat the hearts
At night, the beeches scare us -
Prowl endlessly ...

Steamboats are looking for shallows, and lovers of betrayal,
The truth is that they have eaten all the taxes, and only hell is blooming ..
Shrewd old women hide the sky in the corners
And rumors are circulating around the world: they say that the end will come to you.
Children sleep and watch the movement of the planets,
In the morning, the souls are locked in locks of coins,
In the afternoon, wandering through the cracks, painstakingly tired,
In the evenings, they stare at the telly staring at Coca-Cola silently ...

Our souls are beating
Do not beat the heart
Wax flooded our ears
Do not see the face.

Our hands are not for the bitch
For love hearts
For love hearts
For love hearts ...