Текст песни стефания данилова - Филологам, пришедшим похмелиться

Brela evening, leaning on the house,
in a tired looking face,
and insisted that it was the mountain of the mind
philologists, who came hangover.

Sad flare fell into my wine glass
from the lamp, like an autumn leaf in the dam.
And your & quot; Hello & quot; my & quot; is & quot;
answer obviously would not be cool.

Losing on the road the letter & quot; p & quot ;,
We go into the unknown two Kartavykh speech.
And we did not get any easier,
since whiskey drunk as the Puer.

I brought your water
are not addressed in the glare of wine.
And I am silent, hiding and melt,
you are my not-half

non-heart (I'm missing one)
not-a part of me, that is to say my misfortune.
Let's get drunk, so my guest infrequent,
so in the morning I do not remember anything

the two of us gathered to the registrar
for temperance-looking though.
I will gather all of you in the eye
huge pupils, as if the letters

of booklets, the reading in a hurry.
My train in an hour. I'll Kanu
somewhere, as the meaning in your verse
faded as the highlight on the bottom of the glass.

November 1, 2013