Текст песни ОЛЕГ МИТЯЕВ - Сквозь себя просеивать тишину Я учусь у облаков.

This villa happiness boredom,
Every year more and more boldly ,
I guess that sounds
Forests, fields and churches .
And all night rocking crown
Bandmaster my sleepy -
Wind , long familiar to me
By walking in the moonlight .

Chorus:
And all day , watching high above,
No friends , no nonsense ,
Sift through it quiet
I 'm in the clouds.

If you do not want , can not hear ,
Like everything in my hands,
Like a short time left
I'm for the stitch in the clouds.
And when I flew,
As duty cherub ,
Of course, I come back
But little else.

Chorus .

But, of course , admit
I can not anyone
What a pleasure to stay
One in an empty house.
Because with you ,
Though troublesome yet
But I'm still on the couch ,
And not in white clouds.

Chorus:
I still listen to reality
And friends and fools ,
And sift through it
Silence to learn from the clouds.
And sift through it
Silence to learn from the clouds.