Текст песни Кузя и группа Помело - Прогулка

I roam around the outskirts in search of myself
I listen to Aquarum, nod to the pigeons.
Someday I will grow up and become wiser, kinder.
As long as I scold pigeons tricky.

Lilac, gray-gray, quite miserable.
Feather capricious torment my soul
Already gray hair and skin like a bag of guts.
Life is divided into stripes and hormonal shock!

I stomp the mess with my feet, I inhale too.
I'll have fun too when I wake up.
And I'm 14 again, or maybe 25 again!
I would only have time to emerge, catch up, forgive, understand.

The tram left, the cell phone sat down. It is dark outside.
Let the lazy pigeons peck their shit.
Without waiting for the transport, I will drive the wing - bummer.
Nobody will let me into Avalon without a passport.