Текст песни Помело - Волынщик

Grief does not matter, not bitterly fresh,
Alcohol is not water, but I'm not interested
In the darkness of the gate
Light gap
At the feet of ice
Drops in the head

From an open window
Spreading an umbrella
On the silver seas
Over the horizon
Do not tell anybody
What the piper still
Is worth
at the gate
dawn

Even if I get a reward
That is not there, not so and not when necessary
And already presenting
Ask for a check
I'm not sick -
I am not human
Stoked wax, threw runes
Cast iron bridge, gold strings
Living summer
Press to lips
This is the last
I won’t give it back

From an open window
Spreading an umbrella
On the silver seas
Over the horizon
Do not tell anybody
What the piper still
Is worth
at the gate
dawn

Pain is not a vice, pride is good.
Empty lesson, blank paper.
Red on white - again the most ?!
Basta, tired! I'm going home

From an open window
Spreading an umbrella
On the silver waves
Over the horizon
Do not tell anybody
That the piper is with us
Played
at the gate
dawn