Текст песни Море Fиджи - Третий день весны

I wanted to live, I wanted to sing,

But the ligaments and the strings broke into the VMIG.

Break the network to destroy

All notes of the consonance turned into a cry.

What worries everyone and everything now

More worried about those who care.

Seconds per minute, minutes - per hour,

Make up the image that rain draws.



The third day of spring ...



Brief messages, long letters.

For whom? In the stupid question rested.

Autumn broke into a piece of glass prism.

And it is very not surprising as it happened.

Regular reflections on the themes of the Eternal,

Sometimes only clouds and sun glare are glad.

Who needs these snot endless?

The world has managed to deteriorate for a moment ...



On the third day of spring ...