Текст песни Вяча - Клочья Лета

1
Oh! Oh! jealous head off
In the spring of hair is not heated
Oh! Oh! bloody shirt
Closer to the fall crow eaten
Oh! Oh! Walking walked one
Woke broken under the fence
Oh! Oh! Coso not look,
Past eyes so icy reproach
Oh! Oh!
All anything,
Yes shreds of summer in the sleeves
All would zaebis,
Do not dry the foam on his lips
And cut the nerves dancing groin ...
2
Oh! Oh! careful hand
It stoked the furnace, to cover chimneys
Oh! Oh! eventide
Let go of my pain for years
Oh! Oh! Ours - rubbish,
But I'll wait for you on the doorstep
Oh! Oh! As used in this hour
I kissed his feet nettle
O-oh!
All is not something,
Yes shreds of summer in the sleeves
All would zaebis,
Do not dry the foam on his lips
And cut the nerves dancing groin ...
3
Trust violent hands
Kohl sunset apple fell
Hey! But who is there
Behind him, so that he does not?
Oh! Oh! But how this is so -
That year, with eyes closed
Oh! Oh! And would not a fool,
I would have painted the sky
His sleeves
O-oh!
All is not something,
Yes shreds Letova sleeves
All would zaebis,
Do not dry the foam on his lips
All would zaebis,
Do not dry the foam on his lips
. / June 1993, Ussuriisk - Vladivostok /