Текст песни Вольта - Откуда мне знать

How should I know,
That this is spring, and not slush,
Not the faith of beautiful things and not the street of roses?
I'm just a poet
Letting yourself fall
Into some sky, the open sky of singing dragonflies ...

Do you dream so important at the beginning
Our little happiness divided into notes?
I can't hear where you are anymore
I don't know who you are anymore -
Only a small summer, divided into notes ...

No mirrors needed
Catching continued glances?
Nobody gave a reward for this tornado.
I hear a signal -
So insecure, weak
And yet, the necessary, like friendship, beautiful ending ...

I'll tell you: as you wanted, so it will be, do you hear!
I'll play you three chords for your luck.
By the well-known theorem
Winners are not judged
According to the old law, tamers do not cry ...

Read syllables.
Love never paints
Unnecessary blots; crumpled faxes lie at the door.
Don't trust those gods
Who don't dance here
They are just children - the same children of their mothers.

Soon everything will happen - we will see ourselves in white,
I look at this case and feel happy.
I don't care what our body
Plundered for parts.
I'll tell you timidly: hello ... hello ... hello ...