Текст песни Фрау Крэк - Шаги

Steps
Footsteps fell in love with me warm
Danced, laughed
We walked like a snack we
Thoughts approximately
In the hands of flowers fog in my head
But I embrace the sky, I stand
Non-lifting thing
There is even an answer to the question
Are you afraid to your full height
Probably behind the door
Already waiting for warmth
My Boeing madness is cut short
Stopped in earnest
Stars from epaulettes to peron and steps
You endure this knock, but this is not a fright either
Even a cry help this and that is not
Where the boots creak for the grave
Where will I be, and who's my friend?
I was a nylon rug of dog agony
And what is around
Funny storm
All good
So you can still
My Boeing madness is cut short
And resumed in earnest
Footsteps fell in love with me warm
Danced, laughed
We walked like a snack we
Thoughts approximately
In the hands of flowers fog in my head
We walked like a snack in the hands of flowers
Fog in the head