Текст песни Александр Иванов - Межсезонье

In the battles of summer with the winter is not skillful
Worse there is no posing draw.
These muddy bunches of mistletoes,
And lean nests rods
Has covered with lanp cover.
Trail of the russian slept for a long time ...
And in the care of bread and blood
Tynitsa drums in the window.

The sound of agony everywhere is the same,
Both in homes and on the bimmer's gatherings.
A revision of garbage tanks,
What you are not a copass in the soul
Dead, rejected, brighter,
Hotter blah in passions,
Where madness of weddings doggy
It's just a children's prank.

This is a kmar, these eternal tears,
Too long "to be not to be" ...
I call for snow frost
Dyeing summer finish
To finish all the fire,
It became deaf dead dark.
So that there is not luminous
Has one lustful window.

However, the outlines did not happen.
Who will regret the dogs then?
Who will post fat,
And the homeless old jacket
Will be fattened like skin bison
In compassion, il so from the generous?
However, all this is Blazhan - off-season.
It's all with the first snow will pass.

What will be? In the distance is outgoing
With shame looked back!
Reflection of the Sun Catchy
Even with a black pool look ...
So Snow Maiden looked and melting
Calling your death!
So on the lake ice faded
White swan looks in a wormwood ...