Текст песни Волосы - В одиннадцать ляжешь...

CONTEMPLATION

When you lie down at eleven, you rise at eight
You look at the street - autumn is on the street.

Signs are dangerous - both leaves and puddles.
Someone is better, someone is worse ...

Around new buildings, buildings, extensions.
Teenagers make a bonfire in the trash.

Guitars, jeans, pimples.
The fox terrier runs, the leash drags ..

A gloomy grandmother snoops around the dump.
collects empty bottles in a bag ...

How I want to live, having realized that I am not forever! ..
As if morning, as if evening! ..

The obsessive smell of batch soup.
To make wild plans is silly! ..

So here it is, the middle of my life!
It’s like a father, and not grown from a son! ..

What freedom! .. What carelessness! ..
Think autumn! .. Raise, eternity !.

Lucky! Your boots on the platform
Soul wide open, pressure normal1

Give a guitar to a random friend -
ah, this motive - in a circle, in a circle! ..

Lack of thought. Presence of mind.
I may be older than this old woman.

I may be younger than those born later.
Winter on the nose and bliss on the face! ..

Where there! .. What is there! .. Isn't everything the same! ..
Hardly the chill is dying tomorrow.

Snow on the pavement seems to rest in peace.
Do not believe the forecasts - listen to the rumors!

Die from happiness! During the life of Sunday!
Ah, if only! .. Ah, then