Аля Кудряшева - Четыре четверти меццо-форте - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And if God needs gymnasts - he will definitely choose us with you, such loud and mound, and forever rushing in vain, of such completely created hastily, to a dispute, invented for weakly.

Not those who drink Martini Bianko here and feed pink piglets, but we, calmly sniffing in the hole from the strength of fifty meters, are such that cuts in the eyes - so bright, pants in the wind, foxes, toothy, funny rats.

And if God needs artists, dancers, clowns and jesters, floats in the caps of golden ones, then this, clearly, me and you. As a spray of someone's awkward brush on the prepared canvases, to bring, jump and rinse while the artist went into the bushes. Hug, laugh to dumbness.

Not those who look with the longing of Madonya through impenetrable clouds, and we are not to find homeless, sick, more hopeless and bottomless, we sleep on his warm hands. We know the smell of his palms - wormwood, sweat and milk. We will not leave him yet.

Take us, God, rather, take us to the gymnasts, take it into jesters. You hardly do not need fire at all that lives inside, at least look for a second.

The Lord is silent, I want to swim, it is transparent and hot around. Fingers are ridiculous and sweet when you poke in my shoulder.

The Lord caught us even fry and each moment divided into two. Water is noisy, around the stones, wicked grass rustles. And your fluffy head smells of sun and cornflower.