Текст песни Андрей Земсков - Иван-чай

Don't answer anything
Roadside grass,
Yes, a continuous mess
Unbroken roads.
Ivan tea is fading, -
And the path calls me.
My city is my prison
But my term is over.
Do not say anything,-
I am the same as I was.
Only the wind in my head
He turned gray and calmed down.
Better brew tea
So that there is no trouble
So that the nightingale robber
Whistling did not wake up the jokers.
Divorce me, sorrow,
On a funny word!
Let it fly to itself
Like dropped flint.
Ivan tea flies around.
Misted face
Blows, cools
The wind of new changes.
Ivan tea flies around.
Misted face
Blows, cools
The wind of strange changes.

August 1999