Текст песни Александр Деревягин - Два мальчика, два тихих обормотика

Two boys , two quiet obormotika ,
or sweaters,
or cloak ,
no umbrella ,
under a rain
on Boards
swing ,
And the songs they already come to an end ,
What tomorrow? Monday or Friday?
They think that childhood lasts a long time .
One rises , the other falls .
To profit shoulder butterfly
cabbage butterfly.
Sway the whole day from morning to night.
Neither grief ,
no love,
no shallow bastards .
Everything in the future, beyond the sea of dandelions.
I think that I - one of the boys .