Текст песни Марк Фрейдкин - Апрельская полька

I look like a forest in April
Sunny days out
Like nature barely
Chooses: or-or;
How shine in the sun roofs
and the sunset is burning more beautiful
How our niches are empty,
Our dreams and our fate.

I look like a slaughterhouse
Turning in winter experience
All vignette draws the same
Although she is not the same for a long time;
How the codes are jumping code,
how she hurries, pascut,
From fatal outcome
Nowhere from nowhere.

I look like the wind south
Snow ashes stood
which lies a pipe unnecessary
along the ribbon coastal;
How spring hangs over the meadow
And the last waving flag,
How do we go for each other
in forests and ravines.

Like the breath of the hands,
as eyes with face erased
How fearlessly we are old
How obediently die.
And soul under this look
as a river under gray blanket,
remains with us near
leaving them followed.