Текст песни Кошка Сашка - Монетка

I'm looking at January or hot July
And in the fall, no matter what wind blows there,
And I don't see any snow or the color of the grass:
I meet everything like the sun, when the sun is you.
And when you're not there, everything goes as usual
And there was an insistent hum of cars under the balcony.
I don't know why, reflecting in my pupils,
I'm looking at January, or hot July.

A gold coin in the hands of a fool
Will turn into a birdie, go to heaven.
If life is like a song and the burden is light
So I am dreaming, and my eyes are dreaming.
So the gold of laughter, when I hear, I will come,
And I will stay forever, not looking back ...
But it splashes with trout, goes into the depths,
A gold coin in the hands of a fool.

So all this is you, and you are not there,
And I am not attracted by the ringing of others,
So the castles do not grow out of the sand themselves,
But I do not know how to build them yet.
I silently shout: "Wait, turn around!"
I want to change an unfinished verse
But the birdie soars into the ringing heights.
So all this is you. And you're not around.
13 July 2016
Alexey Uvarov
Poems and music: Sashka the cat