Текст песни Владимир Селицкий - Вылетушки

Displaced
Stucco are famous
Runly endured
In the throat of the well.

We are twisen
Lita laugh,
We are waiting in the fog of the Mamy,
Not applicable.

That not falcons
What is not a crows?
Osks juice poured
Yes, the gates.

Refuge, yes
Wind of exults.
Just a non-happy dar
Generously poured.

All mobs, mice
Yes, do not tear.
And fly, squorter
In the ringing terman.

Age twisted something
Ponoil.
Dash to pass so
To the earth of the Syak.

Neods of reason
Rocky shorter.
With clouds water -
Sadness-misfortune.

Kolotogo sky
Fading.
Drive the hammer of how
In thunder, early.

TURE LOWS OF LOVE,
Rules are zorko dreams.
Where in the years there is no windows -
Laughter a dawn red ...

Mill
Days clear
To forth fate
Walked behind the sparkle.

To ash stump
Colored Malino
To the heel about the step
Lipped clay.

And on the walls would
Tells of the Patok,
In the bowels of God, Torb,
Gently. And how? ..