Текст песни Алексей Кобзев - Лето

Jack Abaturov

I'm fifteen. Summer. In love? Certainly! I go through the streets without lights. In the stomach almost a kilogram of cherry, it is necessary for me - a scared sparrow. Under legs leaves, dry leaves, in a backpack - poems [or first verse?].
I have not grown into the scandal,
Neither in the poet. And even love others.

Behind the shoulders of the school, ahead - hopes, I did not read Nietzsche nor Grishkovtsa. I wear tasteless, my clothes are completely wild! There are no conversions or parks, red-white caps and mittens].
I'm fifteen. I collect brands.
I am awkwardly complicated and palelits.

I'm fifteen. I'm unfamiliar with you. And, probably, it is a huge plus. I am friends with good luck and head, but you fall in love with you.

Anyway fall love.

There will be autumn. Minus sixteen somewhere. I already [oh god!] All twenty two.
And three times less healthy cells and is more painful - heart and head. I am smarter now. But ugly. Yes, awkwardly complicated and palelits. I am writing poems about the spring in Russia and afraid to touch your eyelashes. And roll with a finger on sharp stools.

I can poems.
Now.
And that's it.

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I'm fifteen. Summer. Lessland lesson.
But I am happy, devils.
And without her!