Текст песни Хип-хоп одинокой старухи - Март

We have a rendezvous in March,
All roads are blocked, and I myself am coming to you.
I searched for trouble on my own head
Like a cascade of rocks alone.
My rain caressed the redoubt.
I, as always, I overslept as always here.
I saw this ailment in dreams -
I’m running, the wind is in my face, and although I’m tired, I’m running.
And even if I scream out loud
That will be compressed sound
It’s like someone here clicked on a mut.
And I wake up
I’ll throw the alarm again with a wave of trembling hands,
Throwing off all the blankets of the clamp.
I, unshaven, are led to you, drunk
Thoughts on our rendezvous in March.

Her garnet bracelet
It resembles the belt of Orion and the parade of planets.
A hundred years of loneliness have passed, the time has come to naught.
March. Lying with snowdrifts in front snow.