Текст песни Д.Кросс - 75th Day of Spring

Seventy-fifth day of spring gave me
new sort of joy in thick briquettes, he c splash of water
carried out of a layer of asbestos forgiveness for all:
Margarita from the Master, of course, in the first place
and all persons wordlessly, closing procession -
from the cheerless look up the latest gossip thrown back.
Fly over stupid infantile bird's dream!
... And jump to the peak, so for the ticking of the clock I'll embodied.
That only dreamed of good movies with him in the lead role,
to fall asleep in the middle of May this longer
waiting for someone smile that creeps on the skin.
It seems, you know -
we step on the same routes,
because I see in the distance the shadow of your crew.