Текст песни Михаил Башаков - Последний День 2000 Весны

We hung out somewhere in between
Sleep and death and careless
They called years and cities vying ...
We remember the whole repertoire,
We remember how young and old
They started dancing mischievously to our heartfelt battle.

On the last day of the two thousandth spring ...

We threw stones in the river
We shouted to the man
I wanted to rest from my wounds at the cold bottom.
Your storm is a breeze
Loose a sip of water ...
And you try in a storm, at twelve points, in the ocean!

On the last day of the two thousandth spring.

We understood perfectly:
In this area, dangerous
We are moving targets - enter the shooting range.
Let's play in combination
Bullet and songs, and ignorance
It will be our ticket to the most inaccessible world.

On the last day of the two thousandth spring.

With a cheerful mannerist
Carried away by a crazy twist
And we were spinning as if we were fighting off the bees.
And then some mystic
I set everything on fire and only a leaf
The calendar survived, and I read on it:

The last day of the two thousandth spring ...
The last day...