Текст песни Е.Никонов - На краю весны

Railing stretch to hand
On the dim light
Everybody fused at the corners
And bitter wind
I squeeze to the end
Blurred nonsense, your eyes
On veins are hung days
And in reagents dissolved

In a holey abandoned houses
And in children's songs
Voice lost, disappeared
Empty place
Hungry laugh ruins
Your dry sorted mouth
And spreading on sheets
You never open your eyes

On the edge of spring
On the edge of spring
On the edge of spring
On the edge of spring