Singer: Pilot. Page 2

With mute disbelief staring fish on the sphere surface above the head,
And only one, surfacing, screaming and spinning: "Look, blue bird, blue bird!".

I, like you, thought that we will arrive,
the collar will be removed, behind the ear scratch and all will be forgiven.

Home me to come in the bath to be filled up,
The cat's ear to pull, Yes, tea to drink,
Curl up in a blanket, in the pillow would hide,
And the spring... and the spring to be forgotten...

And in my window people cars
And who is the dog coat!
Married in their blood alive with the oil
Yes, all their fate, the fool is in the heart of the ice

With city and until the spring,
After collecting the suitcase on the South left the joy.

You need not care at all,
What happened impossible to understand.
How could you lose
What store was, in General, is not difficult.

But do not stand under the hand when I get it!
And not good, and not evil, neither good nor bad,
And neither you, nor they, and nobody else
Don't dare to stop me and say, "Stop!"

When you get back
You realize that much sleep.
And it is impossible to determine
Where the original and where clone.
But something will touch your heart:
Melancholy or somebody's lying?
Time goes on. So what are you waiting for?

When you get back
After a long journey home
When you see
What this world for you has become a stranger,
Remember those waiting
Who you will be happy
No matter who you get back.

The one who found happiness in this world
Nothing to fear - you can go to others.

Amigo! Explain to me the essence!
Why are you chopping their hands on the dregs?
In anger the Sun never rises!
Say good-bye here, bye-bye here...

And someone tells me that I am the devil!
Someone says that I am a prophet!
But I'm not going to argue with you
I just play rock!

What could be simpler than the final cut?
It does not matter where! Even no matter what, almost.

Time to look for yourself
Time to look for the wheat in the grass,
Time to burn the Golden bridges,
Time to go, if you're right.
The opinions of the masses, wealth and power,
And the smell of money Kuyu the city
But a bright man to me when it said:
"It's all nonsense! All is vanity!"
Black earth, white flowers...
What my question is will you respond?