Текст песни Ольга Тишина - Треуголка

I'm tired of long, flowing words
For some reason, in the spring, it's so easy to hurt me
Time mends the wound with the arrow from the clock
Oh, what a terrible scar will remain in my memory.

Summer will come soon, like a lump in the throat,
Memory will explain everything and tell me in a dream
I paid in full for a valuable lesson -
Don't ask God for everything, what if he doesn't refuse?

And then there will be autumn and again nothing
She will paint the maples with dried pain
And then I'll know that I've gotten to that
That I am burning bridges in front of me!

Why, when I'm scared, am I in tetanus?
Each step to the side is like a needle in the heart,
Everything is on fire, I'm on an island
Like Napoleon. Where is my cocked hat?