Текст песни lvme - пустая весна

empty spring
over the river had not yet rasstayal
silent voice
silent surf

quiet white noise of the radio
It falls on the old Soviet desk
in the dim light of the cold moons
sill - my throne

fresh wind blowing in the face
to open wide the window
quiet view flies in the yard
space here so deeply

and so great a distance
from the point b to the point a
waterfalls are building
bewitching me