Текст песни Александр Лаэртский - Я Тоже Забуду Все

Sad as a dead bird, bank,
Quiet thoughtful rustle of the waves ...
At that time , coming to this place ,
I remember your voice , but you
Already far and probably will not remember
The smell of dead awful mouth
Sleeping city who ate at night
Our with you
Love.

Walking along the avenue , paved with stone,
That was the last of you,
I spit at his feet rotting stub
And also I forget everything.