Текст песни Сергей Dжим - Берёзовый человек

Zhenya Baryshev
  
  birch person
  Rustled turquoise eyelids
  Tresca said hand
  The narrowness of the lips bursting ironic circle
  
  And stood forever
  At the side where the light is cloudy
  Where heavier gray sky and below
  And that means - is closer.
  
  Only it kept him on his feet spotted
  And a gray crown shaking: "oh yes ah ..."
  
  My man birch
  
  I heard about you under the ground
  And shakes my car drunk
  Just a visit to the golden ears of
  Bulges over the asphalt; cold runners,
  which runs the trams, which we choose ...
  
  But in all this hustle and bustle of a narrow
  Like the voice of the string, you live in me.

 March 2012