Текст песни Л. Сергеев - Ах, как сизокрылому не везло...

Oh, how the gray-winged was unlucky!
He noticed bread from afar,
He flew up and pecked ... Hit the glass,
The wedding responded behind the glass,

There is a bride-song in all its glory,
There is a groom with a still-inebriated face ...
And the veil in the photo is out of focus ...,
The nameless one itches under the ring ...

The dance is falling on the parquet floor.
And the brother-in-law also has a diamond eye,
And almost on the leg
Shoes worn for the first time

Ah, the bride-song! Take a walk, soul!
Oh, the groom with the already drunk face ...
How good the wedding is!
The ring burns like a firebird feather ...

... The trace of the photo on the wall,
The lightbulb is gathering dust on the ceiling
In an unsealed crack in the window
The memory ran away like milk ...

Somewhere that beautiful bride?
Somewhere that groom who still does not drink?
Somewhere this is a photo of two faces ...
... Gray-winged rings in the sky ...