Текст песни Вяча - Лихорадка 2005

Fever
(Muses and cl. Vyach Eliseev)
Destroy you novel eyelashes
Infection you fever, spring
To the sweaty bends of the clavicle bombed
From night to the morning
And then, without raising heads
My torn soul trepi, for the collar
And then you will understand - this winter did not have enough
And I'm already an old man for you
Only you will not catch a horse
So pour me, spring

The shower was made by the wild forest
On ravines, yes by strangers
Songs sang Yes, I did not eat nor Shisha
From that Chernukha signed by poems
And now the wind is turned hard
And the eyes were frozen Gali Gali Gali in the wind
I went to dancing yes Rygos Spit -
Not recognized, away drove around the yard
Away from myself
Only they do not understand the shit
So give it to hook, spring

Filly guest on holiday sitting
Yes, and not those times
But even if someone says "SPIAY!"
I will keep silent, yes a lot of wines
Not to start talking for love
Better you tell me, let's not be lazy
I will quiet, but if my blood boils
Then - Beware!
Yes, and you do not make a fucking fuck
So give me to go up, spring
Yes, and you will not understand no shit
So what to do me, spring?
/ 1993, Vladivostok /