Текст песни ДДТ - Летели облака.. как мысли дурака

Flying clouds, flying away
As my mother pyka as Dad tpiko
How pyby ko.pabl how thoughts dypaka
Above ground glass, flying clouds
Flying clouds

Flew kypola, dopogi and flowers
Ring the bell, careless as you
Like drops of milk as zdpavstvyy and pposchay
How unfinished tea, flying clouds
Flying clouds

Flew kippichi soldiers stapyh walls
La Boheme and pests, dpakony pepemen
Not stpashnaya war, not gopkoe wine
Strangely sad, and it is your window
And it is your window

We flew slowly, pophali niglizhe
As a young dysha in sgopevshey papanzhe
In Taoist and Bethlehem to the margin of the land
From glypyh theory is left in the dust
Flying clouds

Zazhgy on kyhne light of the century syndyka
Where kpylya many years looking for the rider
Dostany pazomny, ppistpoyu on the back
And zapyschy vesny and clouds in me
And the clouds in me