Текст песни Зимовье зверей - Ковчег

Pomyanuv all their losses
A drop of bitterness in every toast,
The evening will end at nine
And the flowers wither and guests.
Endless gossip,
Clueless rumors,
On the table - Shooting Stars utensils
And the broken shards of the stars.

Silently sit between me and the axis,
The earth stops rotating.
Eternity would end at eight,
One minute before full of happiness.
Bald ball in the pocket by a thread
Not risk any slip or fall.
Time once again open the floodgates
And the flood dam memory.

As we predicted -
Denial of lodging
The last pair
In an empty ark.
At the bottom of the well -
Light source.
Only remains
To believe in the LRA

The evening will end at nine.
You close your guests in chests,
And taking them counting money
We touch other treasures.
I faceless goddess expensive
You can see that firsthand.
And outputs the frost on the skin
Reality, extracted winter night.

How Spit on the porch -
Dew on arable land.
How sad fall
Leaning Tower of Pisa.
The range of Galileo,
The bending of the vessel.
The most difficult -
Notice the miracle.

All that seems inevitable,
Ocean devalue at midnight.
And natyanetsya Coast
How tight Burlacha help.
There, on the land Hello autumn ...
The evening will end at nine.
And forever is over ... but do not be afraid!

The essence of the distances
In five hundred burnings:
Without parting
No sequels.
The insignificance of ztom
Civilizations -
Know opportunity
To refuse
And go ...