Текст песни Ксения Полтева - Геба

None of your eye sleep
Poor youth of my heba.
It is unlikely that time is in, the year is harder than spring.
Throw abstracts, look at the sky.
Twenty years, soft plaid, aircraft white trail.
Neither rest after trouble, and no will.
And flying with white apple trees
dissolved in headaches.

Chorus:
And the mountains of Vorobyov flooded foliage,
and the university stands like in Calvary,
Downstairs on the prying, the first honey, sister,
Mai on falcon, Fiztech in Dolf.
It's time to swallow the lash door
and spin on the rings of the garden,
And this August, sister, believe
It will be apple and honey.

And Poklonnaya Mountain with shoulders,
It is only not to blow it.
The third hour already. It's time to lie
and lie down and think in the dark.
The third hour, in the sky rushing, in the head "all this jazz".
And the code sounds relaxed.
And the part will remain you
In the hardest time of the year.