Текст песни Эгвина Фаталь - Барто

Neither more nor less, but the fifth day, as they send me nothing:
no words, no envelopes, no tattered trousers, no organza, no good excuse,
- I would break a couple of their ribs, but they spit on it,
even with blood and past me.

And our cat has eyes like brooches)), but you go to other people's cats -
we do not even care, but we are worried when you spend the night not here, but there.

There, beyond the forest, beyond the copper field, lay that Wilde and this Cocteau.
Minutes of winter, springs will melt, you will not remember my Barto.
Beating off the password at the door, we will be left out.