Текст песни Леся Бушковская - Серпантин

In an evening dress with bare shoulders
walking down the street at dawn
And quiet transparent streams
Summer rain flows down the silk of the umbrella.

A purple rose bud is in your hand.
From what holiday, where are you carrying it?
Tears flow down red petals
And, by the way, it's just summer rain.

Chorus:
Sad rustle of serpentine underfoot,
And yesterday he circled above us.
You tried on a mask of happiness in the midst of a carnival,
And now, alas, she has become funny.

It looks ridiculous on a foggy morning
Ceremonial silk of your dress,
And what we blindly believe on the holiday
It costs absolutely nothing on weekdays.

Sounds like a charming deception
There is flight in the soul of yesterday's music.
The sad days are ended by the novel.
The past holiday lives on in memory.

Chorus:
Sad rustle of serpentine underfoot,
And yesterday he circled above us.
You tried on a mask of happiness in the midst of a carnival,
And now, alas, she has become funny.

You tried on a mask of happiness in the midst of a carnival,
And now, alas, she has become funny.

The old janitor, bending his back wearily,
Sweeps the serpentine curls.
(author of music and lyrics Igor Azarov
isp. L. Uspenskaya)