Текст песни АукцЫон - Природа

Summer echo I will not come to you
Wolf, hare, no, I won’t lie in the grass,
An old stump in the foliage I do not sprout
On a hot morning I won’t go with you to the bridge.

On me
Resting nature
In family
Not without a freak.

I’m hurrying up completely fancy,
From life completely knocked out,
Thick fabric vest exit,
I'm waiting for directions to enter ...

A bouquet of petals
From disconnected dreams I disconnected
I, I, I, I believe in cowardice
And I think nonsense mind.