Текст песни Тэм - Еще раз о нищих и безумных

I throw in the air moenetku of fake silver -
Indifferent heads or tails, anyway - it's just a game.
This - the lunar glare on the palm, it is - the shadow dry leaf.
You povereli me? In vain! Look - palm empty!

I can not pay you, the owner of the tavern,
That is, perhaps, a leaf.
I'm just tired wanderer, I'm coming from afar,
And my pocket impolite empty.
Is that song, except that, a fairy tale,
Copper legends that have long been forgotten.
Was run away, stop whether caress,
I do not care ...

Yesterday's black bread with cheap apple wine
A worthy reward for the singer.
Are you listening to me, sadly looking out the window,
Goading her cap in the fingers ribbons.
Transparent tears and sweat
Obediently slide on the rosy cheeks.
Burned hot, and began to work ...
Forgive me, fool ...

I'm leaving on the table his sorrow -
Absurd replacement silver.
Kabatchitsa crying - she mortally sorry for me -
And asked to remain until the morning.
Nearing midnight, falling stars,
Wind sad groans in the pipe.
Coming period. An hour later would be too late.
I can not imagine ...