Текст песни Борис Грим - Черно-белая весна

Ah my spring is black and white
Early ripe, and below the abyss
And the sun is red hot in the sky.
It's not my fault that doesn't fit.
So it is,
That tonight is not up to sleep
And somewhere in the east, a war begins.

Someone having fun
Spring weighed.
And the sun kisses the wet streets
Fun,
Spring weighed with you
With you, with you, with you