Текст песни Юлия Тузова - Сложены крылья

Wings folded , summer upryachet
They were in the dark box of strange spring.
Rivers cooled down , crying over them
Someone with a huge high altitude .

The old jacket I dismiss ,
Yarn into a ball , tears in his pocket.
I this world without end accept ,
And I do not give it .

Pull away to the house of the mother ,
Heels tickles the devil under foot .
And laughing hysterically autumn ,
All pulling off to sleep with him.

I used the song to make it better ,
The one on which the wind sings .
The wind knows everything , the wind teach
But I forgot where he lives .