Текст песни Альберт Беленков - Месяц за месяцем

The sun sets on the horizon of the track
Everything that has floated is unlikely to return,
Hot nights club strobe lights
We burned life, we burned our lips
Meeting morning, with a special barely familiar,
They wanted to quickly get out of her house,
Then to the backward streets full of people
With a cigarette in their teeth they went home soon,
I am now on the strings with my fingers
-Hello, mom, but ok in the army,
Only days last
Brother do not count how much is left for you,
When the time comes, the leg behind the checkpoint,
I will light a cigarette and call my little sister
In the meantime, the guitarist waves his hand
We will sing this song to the army battle

Reaching month after month like a wagon,
Just a bit left, wait for the platform
And soon all this green dream will end
And soon all this green dream will end

Reaching month after month like a wagon,
Just a bit left, wait for the platform
And soon all this green dream will end
And soon all this green dream will end ...

And it will continue to dream of printing on the third page