Текст песни Т. Волкова, А. Талалакин - Лежачего не бьют

The storm died down: in February a storm of hail
Move back to the south ... at least five minutes,
I do not want about it! .. And the comparison is not necessary!
After all, he himself said:
lying is not beaten!

Appropriate "sorry" was not part of the plan,
In the kitchen, on the table, untouched victuals,
Open cabinets and things chemodanah-
How dreary to look at them ...
and not look ...

Shaking hands behind past accomplishments ...
Let's go and have no soul herbs:
I have no one to say, I'm so afraid of separation!
And there is nobody to ask:
I want to love!

Gather in Moscow to the remains dim rainbows:
From pain to die nicer in paradise!
Wait a minute! Do not go! Tell me the truth!
Recumbent not beat ...
... But I get up ...

T. Volkova