Текст песни Александр Литвинов - В парке Терновом

The thorn park, which for thousands of years,
The boy with the eyes of a tired old man
Something purrs in the dust flies off of planets,
Grey kitten playing and finger paints signs,
What are full of hidden meaning.

And next somewhere poured a sad tune.
A child runs past the road.
The old bitch with a scythe, howl of impotence,
Quietly leave, cursing so much,
So unnaturally long-lived fire.

Only Maltsev indifferent - he just played.
 Fate thus created and destroyed.
Even the thought that someone he minds confused,
Someone smashed the hopes like air ...
Blindly, like the wind, playing, not knowing evil.