Текст песни Анатолий Багрицкий - Парусиновое лето

For some reason I think so
what is this canvas summer
will not survive until winter. x4

Teeth yellowed from time to time
convulsively in the cold wind
the piano claps. x4

I'm not a hero - I'm mired in lies, Mom;
A new day is like a new node.
My poor conscience lies
In a pocket.

Tear me to little pieces
strangle me in your arms -
and leave me alone, go away.

Tear me to little pieces
strangle me in your arms -
and leave me alone, go away.

Tear me to little pieces
strangle me in your arms -
and leave me forever, go away.

Tear me to little pieces
strangle me in your arms -
and save me forever, go away! ..

The children of my children, mom, would know
Who am I and what I am and how much am I worth,
Wouldn't regret your bodies -
Wouldn't have been born.

Wash me off, water,
All my sins.
I'd better not be born at all.
It would be better if I never was in the world -
There wouldn't be this verse.