Текст песни Андрей Корф - Мальчик Май

Winter away from the troops,
The old ladies with cats talk on my own way,
And the sun ripe sticking out of shopping bags
Winds ragged clouds.
Tram rails under him not smell,
They run through the puddles and do not spend the night in custody,
And the tram without a ticket roam
Those who escaped and was gone.
Chorus:
Boy May
Walking down the street,
Boy May
Squinting in the sun,
And all Garden
It shines like new,
When walking on it a drunken boy in May ...
Increasingly, you hear "glug glug" on the boulevard,
And the population was broken for the pair,
And who is not paired, strumming the guitar,
Sings smoked bass ...
Oh, mama, mama, heart languor,
And not hold either a smile or groan,
And inevitably runs out of the house,
And there barefoot through the puddles ...
Chorus 2x.