Текст песни Игорь Растеряев - Весна

Carousing, raskhorovodilos, spilled all over the Earth
Ah, the April flood, how I like you!
Sun, dirt, sparrows, slush, cat yells at the garage
I stagger through the wet streets in the spring courage.

Straight from the south, but on thawed flying geese came,
But he was not singing about Italy, but as well at home!
How many months in exile waiting only in April,
As under palm trees songs about Grez wheat blizzard.

All I'm on edge, all on the verge of me !!! Oh, now do not sleep!
All the hardships and all the suffering will change in the spring.
I love unmet shout: "Do not come, and to hell with you!"
Call kid and in the evening we go for roaches!