Текст песни Сергей Гандлевский - Как ангел, проклятый за сдержанность свою...

Like an angel, damned for their restraint,
As the afternoon in September - neither cold nor hot,
So I did, almost on the stand,
And the joy is not happy, is not sorry and pity.
Still dreaming sunset strip
Untold, as in life it was,
And two of Turgenev shepherd voices:
 - Yes, no school - rod, asshole!
More - ah, you are my God - pulls otstrie
Evening otstvet days from the hammock to the barn;
Tops has not held, and the night takes its toll.
Umrah - love, and I do not know you ...
Climb, straighten up, startled, to that:
To say go out, uvazhte, oschastlivte?
But the house is full of guests, coat hanger.
Guests are chock-full, and everyone is silent as to the elevator.
NN no bra and her snob-youth.
Urchin from Salzburg and one of Rostov.
And the bird, and bug and grass, finally
This Trin-grass - and nothing else.

1995