Текст песни Пётр Каменных и Другие Дяди - Вечер

Evening century gray eyes closed
And looking through a fog of eyelashes
Type mol something forgotten
And leafing through the pages of memory
Again deceptive distance
Promises to return everything back
Only if there's something sorry
That you and there is no rest

And hello long cold winter
Which is inevitably summer
Want your prison here now
Do you want a celebration of life in a sea of ​​light

Morning sprawled on the ground
Lush cover of whitish clouds
And pleasure hopped
We fly to the Middle sunbeam
Only we're not moths
Themselves if necessary obozhzhёm
Vein cut in total fools
We are saving your health