Текст песни А. Спириденко - Вереск

His hair smells honeycombs ,
And you eat honey tea every day .
He always appears together with Saturdays
And disappears just as a shadow .

He looks so long and hard ,
As if considered inside your ribs ,
As if all your books scrolled ,
And your postulate already assembled .

With his side difficult to breathe .
Even in the eyes watching him hard .
But, unfortunately , you have just to know
Without it the world would be deserted.