Текст песни Михаил Колоземцев - Солнце-выстраданце

Grandiose like the death of a kitten
Under the wheels of the SUV,
Blatant
Trivial dislike for yourself
Yellow, like stone-hard dreams,
Sparkling like cigarette
Discharged asphalt

The Sun-Prostundanza spitched me in the head
Overted named yes run into the river.
Chur me chur ...

I absolutely believed in myself
The badly accepted as it is.
Touched for living, and not died,
Pushed my finger into the sky, and not hook,
Took from the midst, and did not turn over
All upside down, so that a beltenious,
As an unpreigned face, rose

Sun-Prostundanza - and remember, as called,
Sun-prostandancing - Will we be in sorrow?
Chur me, Chur ...