Текст песни Олег Мухачев - человек по траве бежит

A man runs through the grass
And in his hands is a gun.
He probably knows how to live,
And he has a flair for life.

Man has time in the beginning
To be not at home, not across the river.
She doesn’t miss her relatives,
And so he is alive.

A man is looking for a gray hare,
But there are only crows.
And fingers fall from the gun
And wagons rattle in my ears.

Man is speeding up
A man adds a pulse.
His brain recalls a city
His brain fills with sadness.

The man starts to get angry
And saliva fills the mouth.
His head is spinning
And my stomach hurts more.

Man slows down running
Man slows down.
And doesn’t know why he is here?
And he forgot which year?

Man directs the barrel
On his wrinkled, warm forehead.
Punches space with a bullet
Breaking the glass inside.

A man falls gray hare
And crows fly around.
And fingers don't fall off the gun
And the carriages are not heard in the ears.

A man lies on the grass
And in his hands is a gun.
He probably knows how to live,
And he has a flair for life.