miiir | Эскимосские танки.

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lxe ex перелет от вечной зимы

winter is catching up, glacier's behind our back
born as a fledgeling, in a minute a wreck
in no other babies such wisdom a-dwells
nowhere else are wings so tireless found
nowhere else

desolate churches, impassable mess
red Santa hat and Ethiopian jazz
planning to land and get some water to drink
deep in the reed the marshland shares a wink
showing hoof prints

It's a seasonal flight from winter to stay
that's treading in our steps that's treading in our steps
It's a seasonal flight to the Mongolian steppe
Mongolian steppe Mongolian steppe

glacier's behind our back rolling the boulder drum
last birds on the flyway on the last day of summer
wings of a grouse are in the paws of an eagle
beaks tight under the hood of the wing
- I told you tight!

Eskimo tanks are marching over towns
mammocks of ice on the smoking towers
mammocks of ice on the smoking towers
the polar bear and the steel-shining star
- beaks tight!

It's a seasonal flight from winter to stay
that's treading in our steps that's treading in our steps
It's a seasonal flight to the Mongolian steppe
Mongolian steppe Mongolian steppe

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