Текст песни Бард Мафусаил - Пятна

There is no peace , and happiness , probably -
Only a series of brutal , coarse samples;
As the parade at me sneak spot
Yellowness to his lips , and red - on the forehead .

There vglyazhus with care , with affection ,
Pitted , they , look, as a continent :
That fringe rash iskroshennoy Alaska ,
Here islands, fusing , melting assortment ,

That swells dym air pyatitonnem ,
Like clouds , the sea turns ointment.
Sleepily call , as soon rastrezvon them -
About how your life is , alas , I have not worked .