Текст песни А.Новиков - Золотей твоих кос по курганам Молодая шумит лебеда.

You do not torment me cool
               And do not ask how old I am,
               Obsessed with severe epilepsy,
               I was the soul, as the yellow skeleton.

               There was a time when from the suburbs
               I wanted a boy - in smoke
               What I will be rich and famous
               And all that I love.

               Yes! I'm rich, rich with the surplus.
               It was cylinder, and now it's gone.
               Only one remained shirtfront
               With fashionable pair of battered boots.

               And my reputation is no worse -
               From Moscow for Paris dud
               My name terrifies,
               As a fence, loud cursing.

               And love is not a fun thing eh?
               You kiss, and lips as a gesture.
               I know the feeling of my overripe,
               And yours will not be able to blossom.

               I still grieve too early
               Well, if there is sadness - no problem!
               Gold braid on your mounds
               Young noise quinoa.

               I would like to again in the area,
               To the sound of a young quinoa
               Sink forever in suspense
               And the dream of a boy - in smoke.

               But the dream of another, a new,
               It is not clear the ground and the grass,
               What's not to express the heart of the word
               And he knows not to name people.