Текст песни Дмитрий Машарыгин - В глухонемой деревне

Where are your hands now? Just wrinkled fingers
Lee? In the yard of the house, I'm sitting on the bench
And I remember the summer, and I remember my father,
I am waiting for your comments.

News from the past: you do not come to me,
Not accidentally zabredёsh not pokrichish relish in the bedroom ...
What else, if not this, what else, if not this,
Mention may be made here of happiness?

You remain bare in mind, with a gun
I stand at the gas pump 82 liters:
How much gasoline you need to put your
Brassiere?

I'll fly around, as if your prayer.
Where else, if not in it, I have only you and the son
In front of you. You whisper? Or I thought I heard you?
The deaf-mute village near the pine scarf