Текст песни Анатолий Багрицкий - Холодное лето

COLD SUMMER

Cold summer,
Is it because the trees are so tightly dressed
Mohair sweaters?
Ra-ra-ra-ra ...
The wine is warmed up
The castanets of teeth clatter, the skin is blue,
Smokes a cigarette of a campfire
There is a ditch in the urn.

Joe Dassin
Plays a pouring concert
A broken cent for the moon.

An hour before dawn
My Pharisees are on the doorstep
Nails are not found, so they put on glue.
And lay, lady, lay ...
Summer is ending
And everything is as usual, steppe roads
They swing with brooms of poplars.

Take part in the hit parade
Silence
Surfer on the ridge
waves.

Nothing, smoke boldly,
Let's wait.
Our world is drawn with chalk
Under rain.