Текст песни Василий Гун - сок берёз

NOT IN THE HAND
A ELBOW
AND NOT IN THE EYE
A BROWN
You don't have to clap
and no tears
I don’t believe for a long time
into your lie on the platter
stronger every day
hypocrisy in people
*****
and will race this song
sound reflected in pipes
seem rude to someone
and without Chopin's gloss
tragedy from bach and longing
crowd of people and smell of wax
and contemporaries story
gathered around the fire
burn chairs, furniture, boards
from the trash this is no use
how to warm people in winter
and this song will be silent too
and all living things will die
the last spark goes out
and your world will fall from dreams
sunflowers fade paint
and blood will replace the juice of birches