Текст песни AEVSKI - Пока Погода не Наладилась

Parce of my Kumacha in Tsatski
Behind me in the crowd two "rook" in civilian clothes
Stole peach on the corner of Furshatt
And disappeared on the korch, in the yard

I hate tidy to the game
And these gray St. Petersburg wells
If you ask who I am - Lancelot, Son
And I'm pretty good, right, live

My shoulders cover warm goosebumps
My pupils with the end of the skewers
See that the dry grass is worth - Loggi
Do not think about the consequences

But always hold the blade with you
That meet the needs of society
For compliance
Hate St. Petersburg in September

Shorts and Hawaiics - on Renge in them
Brilliance of domes in my glasses orange
Strangers and just like before you
I remember Ohm's Terry Pratchett

On the hills up and down
Easy wind blowing from the sea
Under the window blooms Barbaris
He will lie you. But you do not believe