Текст песни Б. Северов - Я иду по Большому Сухаревскому...

I am walking along Bolshoi Sukharevsky,
I climb down the asphalt.
I, soul, spring, from the ear, a roar with a lump
Shaking flesh, I will tear up and exalt
On the lip pulled out of the sky with a lip,
That Pipe on the edge of the world hung
Looking at the thawed dung court!
Do not look that gloomy and gloomy, - now I am cheerful,
And now it's my turn to shout Spring!