Текст песни ХБС - Третьего дня

The third day there was snow
From under lowered eyelids.
Rumor got.
From the third day I am bad.
Where are you now, my God?
In my sadness.
Chatted, did not know that.
Learned without looking who
My page.
Not of the letter, but in two rows.
I know of no & quot; no & quot ;, or & quot; yes & quot ;.
You can not sleep.
And the third day, I myself
Fuck yes on all bridges,
Traces left.
Corrected his hand,
Nobody said & quot; wait & quot ;,
Oh, not forced.
And those that can wait,
They will not give time to play
Over the field of bird.
Not a fairy tale in the sand with water,
Not a bullet calling temple.
Only give a drink.

But these did not wish
No, not about them grief.
Oh, Mom, I know.
Blackened rows of curls,
I stand at your door,
Not comprehend.