Текст песни Александр О'Карпов - Весна и дурак

Crazy fire, snow, old age,
Early land and impotence ice.
You let me go to her before I sleep,
Red spring - the melt water ..!

Filling the mist on the meadow,
Web of sleep, Jug of milk.
Do not be angry in vain, spring -
Much l ask a fool?

I wanted him bad, in the field
Wind catch, cloud bridle,
Pereshtopanny pocket plenty in the sky
Stars to fill, but the moon sell! ..

And I undertook to pour - ley on the edge!
Took a drink - drink to the end!
Yes too tough loaf
Not-to-face coat, beast at catcher! ..

Not managed to amass mind - no where to go,
So now sit at night - locked,
And in the afternoon - on the porch ..!
Only to survive the summer - yes Dry rains
There too is spreading ahead of winter
White tablecloths! ..

That sweet honey on the table;
Near bitter vodka - he likes, choose -
Laughter il tear!
The table is set, so the guest does not come -
Falling, falling, snow, eyes! ..