Текст песни Wallace Band - Перелетный город

Migration city

Maxim Nizhegorodov

The attic is closed, the wings are gathering dust
No one is here
Curled up in a ghostly impotence
Fluffy lumpy creature

Eyelids flow, eyelids do not flinch
The demiurge sleeps dead
And above the cloudy rivers
Take away the city of Veterburg

Reading fairy tales to children at night
You freely change plots for them
In the hope that they will flicker firsthand
Familiar towers silhouettes

A spider paw flutters a web
And the wings are eaten by the moth
And carried away long ago to the west
Beyond the horizon is your Vetropol

The attic is dark and sleepy
Dancing shadows from a candle
Into the broken glass window
You look outside and are silent

You washed yourself a hundred times in vain
In vain I built thousands of barriers
All paths lead back
Into your migratory Vetrograd

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