Текст песни Эдуард Кузинер - Сухая гроза

Green mela yesterday,
And today she is dead:
This night was dying,
By punishing us thunderstorms dry.
All living fires fire -
You, look for his cut back:
Caustic house, sulfur yes ash,
As if here is the core of evil.

Troubles, joy all - in a circle, in a circle.
- What, when and where? - Do not recognize in advance.
Let at least the Flood himself all waiting for us tomorrow,
Do not die with fright:
Everything is your core.

In a year, maybe later
It comes to life, the shelms.
There will be a new insect house,
The herbivore community - feed.
Over the earth - Choir of careless birds,
Departure azure without borders.
Life calm and good
- Cement and Likui, soul!

Chorus:

The sun - in the sky, sings water,
It will seem to be so always.
Just this is there away:
Oh, not a cloud darkens?

Chorus:

Eduard Kuziner: Music, Arrangement, Text, Execution

Side Petersburg, October-November 2016