Текст песни Башмачок Элли - Маем

Words , music, singing - Catherine Gerbutova

In spring ripe fears
Gender plowed for spring .
Evening humid evening long.
Tear books on fireplaces .

Not break the walls of wallpaper
In search of alien stories .
Glasses do not drag from frame -
In their eyes, and the shame and disgrace .

It's a pity the house and tapestries .
Dead St. Helena
A year ago it seemed enough.
Climb into bed .

Banishes the chills and fears ,
Ran out in his shirt .
Wins spring blitzkrieg .
Tear books , tear the book .