Текст песни Филигон - Мы сидели на заборчике

We were sitting on the fence
Near the house of fashionable footwear.
The house fashionista legibly
Trying on shoes new.
And we have torn sneakers,
Dust from all the worlds to collect.
And we have a strange conversation
With yesterday's sandwiches.

We were tenth,
Long-haired sages.
We loved to sing at festivals
And to quote philosophers.
All of us in life perevidel,
All the temptations we tasted,
And makes us laugh parents
Inappropriate advice.

Here fence began to crumble,
We dropped him with a laugh.
Scattered sun puddles
Gilded drops ...
Do not raise the fence again,
Do not understand the vague dreams.
You worked as a designer,
I teach tenth.

I teach shaggy strangers
And combed Honors
See the properties of polyhedra
Como each individual.
And they do not listen to me
And pitch those paths,
Where the fence undefeated,
Where our shoes worn