Текст песни синекдоха монток - Яблочко

APPLE (LUV)

Do not shatter dilapidated trees
Thin twigs will not stand hands.
Who are these people passing the walls
And what do we owe them?

Sincerely glad after a long illness:
The head is chukh-chukh, not in place.
Ay, take my frail body
Where did you want.

With sparks in your eyes, think scary about me:
Dressed in a stupid one, on a wounded nag.
Red unconscious.

The old tree wishes good luck
The tree knows I'll fall on its face.
It's so easy for me not to die now
That I’ll go for an apple dear.