Текст песни Антон Сысолятин - Босая...

circling, circling
barely touching
leaves in a puddle
vlazit barefoot

trampling and roar
gray water
skinny shoulders -
autumn fashion

a cold chhat
for seasons fashions
it in heels -
on sidewalks, lawns

the gray house
the window and out
to their unfamiliar
not in service, and friendship

pour a cup of tea
parkas at the threshold
twirling and swinging
strayed road

thawed, swallows
walking cough
all fed enough
brewed oatmeal

running along the avenue
wherein the light spectrum and not
which is not an atom
where the house is, and not hell

vain squeezed
thickening the air,
I want to survive
under this frost

learning from winter,
twisted, perennial
not to think about the winters,
and remember the summer