Текст песни Дельфин - стих 6

High, lonely, the wind wants to play,
It climbs under the skin, makes trembling.
White strict eternal guard of the sky
Departed by a veil distance in which I was not.
Under the legs concrete, stater
And the last feature silver eaves.
And now I will leave, and in the same place
Gulf pigeons on fastening.

And my mad fear is much less desire.
He just gives me a second part of pain.
And you can't tell where it is better, and if you say - we will match.
We do not know everything until you step.
Wind soft hands barely pushed forward
Scattering through the thumbs of the notes.
I want to leave forever, forgetting about those who stayed,
And they will wait, because I always returned.