Текст песни 13 - Моя дорогая - Ветер в лимонадных бутылках

Wind in the lemonade BOTTLES
(seq., music. M.Klyushnikov)

Crying under the old rags
Mamkina cassette player;
I dance around the house in slippers,
Avoiding sun pricks;
Sky in the window playfully twists,
On the floor loudly dropped a fork,
It saves me from loneliness
Wind in lemonade bottles ...

Boiling water in a brilliant circle;
The fired a wrist;
I brew chips
Indifference and happiness;
And measured flows
Our life in photographs,
It is a pity that I did not dream
Wind in lemonade bottles ...

Past, future pitted sheet,
The kitchen smells like cigarettes.
It is very difficult to their questions
Finding the answers to the most ...
It is also difficult to be confused,
Just push sad smile;
Where are you, forever lost,
Wind in lemonade bottles? ...