Текст песни Михаил Башаков - Последний день 2000-ной весны

We hung somewhere between sleep and death, and casually
Called years and cities vying.
Remember the whole repertoire, recall, as young and old
The dance has embarked naughty at heart our fight.
On the last day of two thousand spring

We threw stones into the river, we shouted a man,
What would rest on the bottom of the cold sores.
Your storm - veterochek, blabbed sip of water,
And you try to storm the twelve points in the ocean.
On the last day of two thousand spring

We understand perfectly - it is dangerous in this area,
We are moving targets, you go to the shooting range.
We play a combination of bullets and songs, and ignorance
Will our ticket into the most inaccessible world.
On the last day of two thousand spring

With merry mannerist enthusiastic crazy twist,
And abruptly, as if we fought back from bees.
And then some mystic all lit, and only the leaf
Calendar survived, and I read it ...
On the last day of two thousand spring