Flocks Are Flying lyrics

Carried under arm into the steppe, sermon in your ear A low bow, flocks are flying A kerchief to the heart, a stone around the neck A gulp in the throat Maybe they will forgive A ribbon on the chest They searched for so long Clenched teeth, forward time A cross under the window, tired elbows Banner on a bayonet, fox to the chickens A gray calm, lulled by the wheels. Trembling veins, travelling light Blonde and barefoot, a middle finger in your face Running alongside on a leash Eternal flame, florescent lights Dark passage, eyes widen Strong brew, cry my loved ones Corner, candle, table, icons Carried under arm into the steppe Flocks are flying Maybe they will forgive