Текст песни ЫШОЫШО - Белым Цветом Отцвели Деревья

Spring came, swollen kidneys, melted snow
I met the best of all
In her eyes I saw the reflection of the stars
Happiness recipe was close and very simple

White withered trees,
The leaves will turn green or even darker
It will be a joy to love and schyste,
But, but it's not that, it's not that, it's not so

Summer has come, the heat enveloped us all,
Scraps of words casual look strange phrases
Empty insults, scraps of illusory hopes
The sun was beating down, and even the air was not fresh

Live people, in peace without blowing a mustache
And for us to become bitter taste of ripe berries
Live richly, but do not forget about me
I will remember that we had the month of May