Текст песни Jam - Весенняя похмельная

Forest dizzy
Restless spring
And we have no edge of wine
And our soul is without bottom
On the green shards
Flutist lay his head
And cover him with his cloak
Restless first sheet

Believe the Troubadour Brothers
That the trees will bloom
What a white-white circle
There will be a heather meadow
What's around the first bend
You hear the flute
And a funny idiot
Will become a black minstrel

Young as a century
Wine pours under your feet
And a draft, hearing a song
Will break your window
From barefoot and reckless
Neither pass nor pass
If it gets scary at night -
Catch me on the way

Laughed at the doorstep
Dark Scarlet Dawn
Few lead to the fire
Only those who drank to the bottom
A funny girlfriends
Fled to bed early
It was nice to have fun
It's easier to die drunk

And at the dusty intersection
I was looking for my star
I arrived late today
I'll be alone again