Текст песни Александр Веселов - Флегма

Sweet taste of grass
In July night
To the world, I have nothing more to help.
Let the ships buzz
And noisy trains
I know that he will soon come to all cunt.

Not pay attention, I am always saddened,
Even when I laugh, I am very despair.
Just you don't look
On metamorphosis inside
Sang silence near and smoke with me.

Hanging death in the air,
Darkened the horizon
I continue to take this Yaban world on Pont.
And noisy trains
And buzzing ships,
We are still alive, so wake up and burning.