Текст песни Дмитрий Авилов - Осенняя рапсодия

Angry birds flew to the south -
And I was not invited with them.
They flew, apparently, to Antalya,
Where the blue surf is raging

Where carelessly, in biblical attire,
Immediate, like a child
Uncles roam, for the sake of solidity
Curtly twirling your fingers

Because salty aunts
They love such "show-off".
And around - a sea of ​​bliss, and flesh,
And such unearthly purity.

There, burned by the sun to shine,
Protruding a haughty lip
White board, as under a white fez -
White liner under the white pipe.

And with us - the sled is being repaired,
Salt and sand are stocked up
And from frostbite mask
Knit for children from old socks ...

Angry birds, soulless creatures!
You didn't invite me with you !!!
I'll catch one - and hit
About concrete curb head ...