Текст песни Тринадцатое созвездие - Я вчера закопал

Borrowing in the shade of Magellan Cards
In the city of siety, our month did not come month
Having spoiled the calendar
Forgetting that the Buntar is still a rebel

Without thinking about those who hurried over the sun
And about those who kept him songs of the soul
I do not feel a knock without hearing excitement
Did not come month March

Someone is waiting for longer thanks, and someone is in a hurry
Mowing small, mowing big
Do not take care of money, do not spare your opinion
Closes his eyes, leaving only a look

When the city charter slowed down
I tried dead snow under the window yesterday
And loose land like water scream
I zakopal yesterday

I zakopal yesterday
Zakopal
In the land of friend

We lived with him together eleven years
He was always there, and now it is not
For such a grave there is free space
On the grave there is such a candle, nor the cross

Will not notice the loss, waking up from sleep
This city
But spring does not come
And in the apartment where life is so not exactly flowed
It became less heat

This grude him cradle served him
And he put his face on his paws
Red nose with familiar pain stain
Unknown way of unknown dreams

Incomprehensible distance incomprehensible nights
Unrefined sound of non-tried speeches
And any grave of dark and cramped
And does not come spring