Текст песни Егор Пустовет - Не моя весна

Ah it's not my spring
An alarmingly pale day hurries.
And runs away nowhere
And dissolves in dust
And only a shadow remains
And not me and not you
And the flowers bloom
But, this is not my spring,
Ah, this is not my spring.
Time is running out into the void
The air is cramped
My morning compresses fear
And don't dilute the darkness
Although, of course, it’s not in vain,
And the wings make a swing
But, this is not my spring
Somewhere quietly sang in a stream,
Either inside or outside
It’s far, but, it’s close,
Shines an inconceivably bright star
This is the same sonorous April
It’s not for nothing, or in vain,
Whether in a dream, or in reality
But he stays with me forever.

Ah it's not my spring
Breathe a little more
And it will be possible to leave
To me in an incomprehensible hole.
The sun warms up - the ice melts
Gardens in bloom, grass grows
I'll open the door - spring will come
But this is not my spring.