Текст песни ССО АссоЛЬ - Вечер

VE H E R

Mus. S.Drozdetsky, A.Solomin. Sl. I.Istomin.

It was evening, as always,
A poet would have said: "Yes!
On such evenings, one does not go to the Muse. "
I went out into the open,
After leaving the quiet courtyard,
And, like a thief stole my heat and cold out.

A month with a star,
Another star,
Honey their lives once the period.
At that time for them
Plays Mendelssohn
The motive so boring, but necessary.

Oh, how much can you lie,
Trying to create
Love masterpieces of fleeting novels.
We recall only then
On their album
Herbarium frozen carefree days.

And the songs that sing
Not berezhёsh,
And why should cherish when they are sung.
But somewhere chime
Alien guitar ringing
Displays in the silence of the familiar songs.