Текст песни Злищев А. - Август

Telegraming you:
"Farewell, good luck, since to."
Do not wait for the lighthouse signal,
Draify the ghost in the crowd.

Uncomfortable. And outside the window
Flashed the body of September.
His eyes from amber
Brightly filled with rain.

We will all die - and I, and you
And everything is alive. Became
Sighs the poplar is hard,
Rhinee yellow sheets.

And emptiness mute yawn
Filled my room
I love to
With which I am a lot of time.

And hundreds of rows of my soul
Intertwined in one.
I even hear even silence
With the movement of shadows.

And even kill, I do not remember
How the carousel smelled,
And how spring droplets
Replaced the shower of November.

The lantern is swearing swarms
Yesterday's caterpillars and you
Watch in the dark window
For a simple game.

Such stations. Twit for not
Offense debts and lies
And then the crow will be dragged
You get into a ditch.

Big secret opened
Who, jokes for the sake of, not tenant.
In the graves of thousands of hearts
No obligation and problems.

But meanwhile, the river flows,
River Treason and Chitrin.
You are part of it, and not one
Of you do not think without a jurka.

I put a fool
And not a damn did not lose.
Do not provoke my grind
Sad song of September.

The lantern is swearing swarms
Yesterday's caterpillars and you
Watch in the dark window
For a simple game.
A. Zlishchev