Текст песни Вячеслав Бутусов - Тихие Игры

Bright boys with feathers on their heads
          Am G Am G
        Again down to us again back to us from the sky
        They were amazed morning blind eye
        Sorry, as requested in the streets of bread

          G Am
        Slowly, as if fearful of strange beasts,
         G Am
        Even before he could move away from the tired sleep
        Seeking to touch the pots and open doors
        Stumbling in sleeping shirts as the father caresses

          C G
Chorus: Quiet backyard games at sleeping people
          Dm Em Am
        Every morning, while sleeping in the house, even the mouse
        The boys know that all you need to do quickly
        And the boys are doing everything possible quieter.
        Listen to the whisper and creak in the silence of the distant rooms
        They are scared and want to cry, but crying bitterly
        They offensively want to leave the house
        What is unknown to them sneaking little shame

        While great sleep in their beds is not quiet
        While children are not caught in a white linen
        They are lovely children blithely venture
        And the music they do not wake up lying in a dream.