Текст песни Шмели - Полынь

When I died, tears appeared on my eyes,
But it was, just raining before Solochi,
There is no place on the cemetery of life as happiness in prose,
Born posthumously, in the eyelid not to please death.

Creative good called
Brilliant contrary ...
Burning at the bottom of the river,
Trembling for jacket
For a rainy day -
Wormwood, wormwood ...
All on a black day, wormwood and that's it!

When the stars were raised in space, the cross hung,
May they suffer to carry purification to the bone,
And again on the cemetery of stolen lives there are no free places
Places only for ceremonic animals only.

Creative good called
Brilliant contrary ...
Burning at the bottom of the river,
Trembling for jacket
For a rainy day -
Wormwood, wormwood ...
All on a black day, wormwood and that's it!