Текст песни Грушинское трио - Научили голубя

A distant thunderstorm let her hair down

I came into captivity on my own

Grey eyes.

The blue is crying with white clouds,

Words fall like ripe apples.

Chorus: They taught the dove to fly above the ground,

There is nowhere to put the golden head.

The blue heights cover the night with black.

On the green sleds away

The winds are gone.

To disperse - not to meet, hello and goodbye,

Star tea freezes in the yellow saucer of the month.