Текст песни Геннадий М. Васильев - Годы еще не прожиты

The years have not yet spent,
not yet squeezed juices .
My friend coveted , what did you
I will not sit with me ?
White will be beige ,
I 'm waiting continues .
My Morning covered with snow
Fresh fringe.

The shadows on the walls of swimming ,
candles burning , melted ,
Speech straight and correct,
light ceilings.
Under cognac , with vodka there ,
If the ends are not given ,
We will be talking to stupor ,
songs and easily.

Skinny stub month
days windmill ...
Maybe love is dreamed ,
maybe more.
Whether it is necessary to remember the former ?
Sprinkles fresh newly-fallen snow .
Melancholy - to the devil !
Where we brandy ?