Текст песни Злищев А. - Грусть

Rot in me riotous youth
And gentle thrill and passion.
Can be turned up in the fate of
Not the best in the life of the suit .

Or maybe just a fall,
And yellow leaves around.
With the rain brings me sadness
The nature of the established range .

I dream of bygone summer ,
I saved it does not love.
So you want to get drunk creepy ,
That old vomit blood.

And hardly help vodka
Sadness drown at the bottom.
In my life , I hope short ,
There is no place in a strange destiny.

Zlischev A. , & quot; Sadness & quot;