Текст песни Михаил Анчаров - Об относительности возраста

Not spring
Not blind autumn.
Not a draft
Not that lucky.
I suddenly remembered
What am I thirty-eight.
It's time to look
Earth craft.
It's time to recall
That the land is sloping
What people sleep
In the beds before dawn
What's in the yards
Until sunset
Go flying
Foreign sisari.
It's time to ship
Carts' belongings,
It's time to say goodbye
With a dashing song
It's time to sleep
It has long been considered overnight
And bread, bread
And the song is husk.
Aeschylus time
Confused with Empedocles,
It's time for Juliet
Confused with Mazin.
I'm a thousand years old
Romance is dead
But no, she
Dancing by the window.
Cause at night
The accordions are roaring
And jazz is playing
In the glow of the rockets
And in the eyes
Girls surprised
A dream wanders
About the star language.
To land
Like a blessed garden
Produced
People, not cattle,
So that the globe
Rushed through the universe
Scaring stars
The smell of flowers.
I will sing
After all, I sang for centuries.
Not in this case.
Nowhere to rush.
I'm only a year old
Water will make a stone
And to sing a song -
Do not drain the cup.