Текст песни настя вишневская - Весна - 2

Severe vitamin deficiency
And re-drink, and lack of sleep,
As well as ear hook
Tormented by my languid neurosis -
Here is a stick.
Again annoyingly sick -
Spring

his coat open
I tease passers-by and fate.
We keep the autumn angel
I saw this your mode
In a coffin.
And I'll die - well, to hell with me
In the spring.

And you're not here, and I'm not there -
Mismatch of eras.
And instead of stupid telegrams
Why am I not going myself? -
Here is a goof.
And doubts are doubly
In the spring.

She is separation and longing
She is a madness charge.
What a happiness so far
She does not last a century.
Holy Holy
So I hate alone
In the spring.

But justice is my hobby
I’m not in vain to touch the flea.
And putt I'm angry and lonely
In spring I do not reproach
Poems
Oh, how she rhymes -
Spring