Текст песни Вика Цыганова - Я сегодня одна не трезва, не пьяна

Today I am not one sober, not drunk
   Outside, the fuss, the soul Mayat
   Hey, neighbor-old can drink wine
   Good old eccentric, all wrong, all wrong
    
   And only bunches of rowan, but crimson sunset Crazy
   Only clusters of mountain ash on the window to look me
   And only bunches of rowan scarlet fire burning
   A vicious circle, my old friend
   Birds fly south
    
   Yellowed old maple, life is like a dream
   Birds fly south - not bring them back
   And given the floating clouds of nowhere
   A mountain ash lit so that the heart aches
    
   And only bunches of rowan, but crimson sunset Crazy
   Only clusters of mountain ash on the window to look me
   And only bunches of rowan scarlet fire burning
   A vicious circle, my old friend
   Birds fly south
    
   Do not worry, old man, like a moment of our lives
   Well, we're sitting, talking heart to heart
   Drink wine, do not rush, but do not live grieve
   What is sad, longing, sooner we die
    
   And only bunches of rowan, but crimson sunset Crazy
   Only clusters of mountain ash on the window to look me
   And only bunches of rowan scarlet fire burning
   A vicious circle, my old friend
   Birds fly to the south.