Текст песни Андрей Токарь - Листва

Sew your eyes to the future soldier
Close the window, otherwise the lamp goes out
Help the blind to see the rain
What do I need to do?
To forget everything

And there is foliage on your face
There is foliage on your face

Sew eyes to a dead soldier
The familiar smell of ripe apples
Help the blind, touch the fear
If I were in the spring,
I would not return.

And there is foliage on your face
There is foliage on your face
In my frozen hands
In our heavy heads foliage
On the way to the house, foliage

To your house