Текст песни Андрей Земсков - За три дня до весны

Vain efforts wings
Over his left shoulder in February on the way to the spring.
Hard-packed snow hid,
Buried, forgotten me lethargic.

Lost ... And no matter how much beysya
Hot gloomy head on the cold granite -
Only the echo trampled songs
Sagging of the bridge wire rings.

And I still wander between gray and orphaned houses
I get up to heat vertically, like smoke,
I melt in the triad of mirrors among carotid snow
Three days before the spring.

Heavy door station
Ganging up on a dull moment as ever.
Green snake compositions
Crawl - they do not care about their semiconductors.

And time seems beyond,
And the pendulum toils in vain - not to return anything -
No fluff, no dust. It is time to me,
My train was no light - not dawn hits the road.

And I still sing for the stone walls of freedom,
Waiting is not clear why - all the hopes are empty ...
I'm rusty creaking heart, missing in action
Three days before the spring.

November 1994.