Текст песни Вячеслав Ковалев - Бархатный фантом

We no longer need to idle talk,
You yourself, please, do not lie -
You - the problems and conditions
I - prohibitions and debts.

Run through his eyes in disbelief
A few scribbled pages ...
And the boy will be broken gutta-percha
With the tips of lashes.

Forgetting an unwritten rule:
There is no death, there is a long winter,
You did not correct their mistakes
And I added to my own.

We are, alas, no one knows how the rest
Indian Summer - velvet phantom.
Spinning foliage and contorts faces
TRAVELLER under checkered umbrella.