Текст песни V. O. B. - Парус

In my country of 45 million,
In my city of 300 thousand.
Where there is no me, there are others.
Where no points
There will always be a comma.
Do not wake me up...
I was already awake.

I run across the road,
which will always be dirty.
I sit on the benches,
In which colored
I read books that old
And with dilapidated binding.
I am what I always do
Previously I did.

drab existence
summer bloom
and berries become tastier
Juicier and sweeter than honey.
Emotions ...
All year they shore
for summer ...

And now the end of the ...

Sail back drunk wind
And driven on the ship,
Who will fly to meet
With the new, with clean bright.
Sea nice hug the shoulders
And it will be difficult to let him go,
But the main thing only, then
What's in the heart.
On the whole year save
him...
For me.