Текст песни Митяев Олег - В Александровском Саду

Whoever we may say ,
We do not yet understand ,
Albeit politely nodded ,
Among other luminaries
This flies in the night garden
These lights and songs
And all of life , when we are together ,
Not gate back .

In the Alexander Garden ,
As the pen , the fate of skates
Draws all that will be with us
In the coming year .

Are we gonna get in trouble,
Or something succeed ,
We fail to read
According to scribble on the ice.

Will morning outside the window,
And ticking alarm clock will
And even if you wake up
Whoever you so familiar .
Maybe it will , maybe not ,
Maybe all the cool down time -
Does not matter, let it be
At least in the next hundred years.

In the Alexander Garden
Wind sticky sheets
And distant whistles
Whispers to us that the genus

In our simple rules
We ordered from the Century
remain human
In any circumstances .

With a clang dёrnetsya car.
Will be a long separation.
Oh, what a meal -
This evil stringy dream!
And then through the wet snow
You come back this morning -
Hence , the top one wisely
So planned our age .

In the Alexander Garden ,
In tinsel New Year's eve
Forget today
We loss and trouble.

Snow champagne obolёm ,
In the sky balls Untie ,
Just say out loud until
No one , for which we drink .