Текст песни AE - А. Миронов - В облаках твоих

The crow flaps its wings
swinging a dry tree,
and the time we have woven
flies like a sick cloud.
I'm in your clouds, buddy,
I sit rocking in a cage.
Children flutter like yati
at the end of a thoughtful line.
I am discovered like a woodpecker
I am enchanted like branches
I am shaken in tenacious fingers
only crows are fools. -
My dear friend, I am only a ball,
I'm a round spirit of inconsistencies
cool apple is kind,
disguised as a disaster
sick cloud of heights,
I will fall into the heavenly nativity scene,
and imaginary numbers round dance
I will be surrounded after death.
(Goodbye today and yesterday,
goodbye, touchy crow,
some more ax
and shot a little more).
Roulette numbers rotate
by the hand of an angelic rank, -
let me sleep tonight
for a black reason.

December 5-9, 1969