Текст песни Ольга Ступина - Месяц

MONTH (Olga Stupina)
Who would have thought, who would have known ...
Ah yes month, my friend!
He took out his soul-shredded
His golden horn ...

Do not be saved, do not wait ...
Rye ripens just as long
To please one day
Under the curve is a chipped knife.

Deceived the fool
Month, thought - garbage,
But where did his horns go
Only bare stubble -

I cut everything, sawed it,
The tip entered the palm
Fresh wound shared
Life on the "after" and on the "before."

I didn’t forget whom I was afraid ...
But how can this be !?
He promised to know for good reason -
I will cut, I will beat.

I drive ... and I drive ...
As I stick a coat of arms in sealing wax -
I draw my fingers around with a wet finger
Outstanding white sickle ...