Текст песни Игорь Лазарев - Пилоты

When the winds did not blow from the north
From under our hands we looked into the field
And the days were filled with sound
And smelled of succession and clover

We were shot down by pilots
Scattered on the surface of the sheet
To each other on the cheeks with a straw
How we drew stars on board

You danced until midnight
Wave tossing curls over your shoulders
And leaning against the wall, I listened as
Heels are knocking on old boards

Knock heels
No matter how much I fray about these secrets
Grow so easy
As a blade of grass grows between the sleepers

Rain skewed space obliquely
Like a first-grader's notebook
I held out my palms to the swallows
But you can’t get a kick out

Everything is somehow too settled
And bound by prudence
To disassemble, for whom my head is
Buzzer rings

All planes are parked
Pickled by hangars
Why is everything stupid like that?
You are all dancing, I suppose ..

Fluttering a moth
No matter how much I fray about these secrets
Flowering - so easy
As a daisy blooms between the sleepers