Текст песни Дездемон Сидоров - Ее крылья

Once I built locks, and sang under the branches of Lilac,
She was then a miracle, and her tears like drops
Blisters, ranks in the sun, like two tin curtains
And I stroked her wings, she gave her songs and nights ...

Burned at home under the sun, the moon climbed in bed,
The stars fell on the floor, the sky screamed that "enough!"
And in the morning she flew away, waving his gaze,
And I stroked her wings, and I do not need more.