Текст песни Эдуард Артемьев - Доктор Живаго

"Do not touch, freshly crumbs", -
The soul did not bother
And memory - in the spots of ICR and cheeks,
And hands, and lips, and eyes.

I am most of all good luck and trouble
For that loved you
What is the boiled white light
With you - Belya Belil.

And my mound, my friend, I go,
He will somehow
White than nonsense than lampshade,
Than a white bandage on the forehead!