Текст песни Алексей Витаков - Саш Баш

Peter gasped in February,
Gasped as if from a blow.
Lonely in the yard
Squeezed teen guitar fretboard.

Ah, crazy head
The snow is colored red, red.
Peter is the Neva.
And now a little - Sasha.

Falling, falling is like flying.
The winter air is fresh and spiky.
Courtyard, teenager, height.
A bell fluttered somewhere.

What have you done
Is my teacher heartless?
You, who has found the strength of the wings,
I intended to test eternity.

Everything is one, every century.
Bullying, bile and recklessness.
In the nineteenth into the snow
Sasha fell in the same way.

Peter gasped in February,
Or so it seemed to me.
Here I am in a backyard
He sang to a teenager with a guitar.

What's the use to blame everything
Time, century, people? Enough.
The windows are wide open - that's all.
Falling doesn't hurt.