Текст песни Chaika - Перья

the sun is like a fairy tale old town asks for snow
Spying on blue skies waiting for a comet
Listen while the earth trembles around
White headlights speedometer forty peculiar

Gently speeding up my old sports car
Don't go too old thanks for saying
People in memory I will leave footprints on the asphalt
I will break out first, choking the heavy traffic

An hour will pass and we will become somewhat smaller
Your friends are strangely the next target
Lost in thoughts, of course, it's better to walk
But there is no more joy than from their cars

Airplane sound flying black SLK
first merc crossroads in a ford suddenly
The last driver has a broken arm
Bloody spots will dry on the head with smudges

Look you straight in the eye you will see rows of conclusions
The bottom line Sounds differently out of context by taking them out
A number of people care about a number of primitive thoughts
The rest of the soul will pour into shades of gray

Old wolf wagen under two hundred watering in the center
The accident was wrong and let the hand not shake
Clinging cars of people and in a strange vector
Waltz landed right at my window

No need to cling to insert comments
The cost of your life is an example of millions of accidents
More often they don't learn mistakes, sometimes even their own
It is clearer when it remains to hammer the board

One more step another chess move
The hissing sha you hear the shah whisper in your ears
Tires rustle serenely on the asphalt
Car parade raising yellow leaves

A bird in a cage sings and spreads its feathers
And what is left is perhaps all that he can
She would have a high sky and a fair wind
Spread your wings wide yes it's high time
it seems cozy, it seems that no one bothers
Thoughts with the strongest stream press on consciousness
Separating the wheat from the chaff, truth from lies
So, thinking about the sky, life flies by

Leaving the phone in flight mode again
Old handwriting on paper for everyone who is waiting
Your conclusions are burning at the stake of the Inquisition
Regardless of the defensive position taken

Seagull is terminally ill with nycophilia
Half of the country like me are sick
I don't need C.D. to explain it
It is more important to remain yourself to create as before