Текст песни Юрек Якубов и Улица Курзу - Высыпал песок

Poured the sand, carried a garbage,
I warned everyone, so as not to disperse,
Told friends joyful news
And in all the courtyards, chalk on the asphalt wrote
For strangers to me,

What's in the future Thursday, exactly half ave
In the middle of the courtyard will happen a miracle:
Earth swells, the rainbow will force the sky,
Flowers will grow, unhappy birds will be in a row
And they will certainly sing.

The unearthly plywood glider will fly from above
Cosmonauts will be ashamed by hand from him,
Przebi flow, but no one will suffer -
Only the black mill of joy will turn out
What we have in a dream and not see.

Three planets in a row are tangled round
Clouds of moths and the sky have fun will be hung up
And on the clouds to us will come yellow rider
Will love us, protects from the sorrows and troubles,
Takes us from the scoundrels

And then in the night, or at dusk evening
In full silence rain rain on the windowsill,
Turns off the light, the door slam the doors,
Stranger will be released right from the wall
Put the kettle on fire

Boo! Fest.25.08.2012. Moscow