Текст песни Светлана Сурганова и Оркестр - Апрельская

Whiter than white cloth!
A wave of your hair
and the shoulders sank in her;
April deprives you of sleep with me.

Two drops of the sky - a look and a shadow
hem is a cunning labyrinth -
on the green grass;
April takes off the old stole.

And already maddened
lips ache, body aches!
Live a day - not see you,
like a bowl of poison to drink.

Desert throats, salt of eyelashes.
Foot magnets - into the pedal, and far
flashes a kaleidoscope of faces.
And what is gone is not at all a pity.

Over the orange bush
the moon is still dead, but hop
and honey from each trunk -
unbridled April.

And already maddened ...

1996