Текст песни Алексей Летуновский - Посидим-покурим

As they left the distant forest
Wolves at the call of the setting sun
The rake wind howled its mass
The moon grinned from the well
Aukalo happiness with a shot bird
Lulling my dreams - fables

Let's sit, smoke, hang in the clouds
Let's spit on the ground
Day and night we hold the sky in our arms
We drink the intoxicating potion
Slowly but surely on the road to nowhere
We walk the path
Whether gentlemen ... Or fools ...

Either a cloud or a bird
In the wadded twilight, painted with blood
The laughter of the mermaid is silvery
Herbs - potions cut by the wind
To plunge into the distance of the deceased
Cry - drown in a cry

Shaggy shower on drunken heads
You will not hear any moaning or falsehood in it
The sky in the eyes is reflected in tin
Forest paths take you further and further
Summer whipped in a whip, urged cold
In a yellow shroud Autumn waiting for the ball

october 1999