Текст песни Пикник - Нет Берегов

Again tensely silent all about one thing:
Today the Club leper opens season
Just whispering doors, houses
Only the rustle of steps, rustling steps.

We do not have the purest grass roots
At the very clean river are no banks.

You leave the shelter, you crossed the threshold
Past shades of gray and dreary yards
Oh, ma-mama, oh mama, oh,
Past dull gray courtyards.

We do not have the purest grass roots
At the very clean river are no banks.

All mixed up, all mixed into one
How many eyes see, but
I remember only the sun, the sun one
The sun is one: no beaches, no shores ...

All you have to hang out and return again
Two flags of their sorrow and love
Will be held 7:00 or 7 ages
It will be all the same sorrow and love

We do not have the purest grass roots
At the very clean river are no banks.

Again tensely silent all about one thing:
Today the Club leper opens season
7:00 as the 7 Ages
Only the rustle of steps, rustling steps.

No Beach!