Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - Непогода

Bad weather and the trees smell smoke,
Crackled in the stove mossy wood .
On a date not far from Nadym
Elk elk hot lips kissing .

So here I am . Tomorrow is a long road
On a hillock by the house of thy house ,
Dogs have rotted threshold of the hall ,
Rain - it is bitter when his sob .

    But if we are still people
    And if we still love ,
    So , you and I must be so
    A few happy days
    So that we could then with you at the bottom
        breathe.

Every fool who then will believe you ?
One after the other , like a dry land , bredёm .
We probably disperse without hysterics ,
Just in the kitchen light went out over the table.

    But if we are a little bit more negadanny ,
    And if none of worldly goods we do not need ,
    So , you just have to be yourself , my dear friend ,
    And not to have anyone.
    It is not put on over the collar
        soul .

Bad weather . From it where we go?
Only the birds leave the power of the house.
Geese flew from childhood ,
Deserted white storks nest.