Текст песни Клим Стронский - чёрное небо

And I've seen the sky of spring,
warming their hands without your hands,
and it was sad.
if not for the power of ethyl,
I would have died from injuries
under your door.

squeezing the phalanx locks
I spread along the floor in the form of
ethylene melancholy
lonely alcoholic
an infinitely long parishes.

people soak in apathy,
in houses and arches padikah,
on the window frames and in gardens.
When cut in the chest
you do not notice,
leaving a wound in its original condition
burn your buds to the point of exhaustion,
and burning a morning hangover
It reminds you of yesterday.
Blood stains on the bed,
Tomorrow pain
but wait,
we do not want.

I tear clothes, Nastya,
and wrap your head
vodka pouring feet
burning match,
we fly away in the guise
only beautiful birds.
with broken wings and legs
fly over the curbs, traturami,
dissolve in the lightness of being,
and collect the arms spring mud.