Текст песни Злищев А. - На мосту

As soulful, however.
Some sadness rolled out.
I stand on the bridge as the poet -
Hug a railing.

Under me Nheva.
Sleeps a wide barge.
And the black water of this,
Is that, fat soot.

For some reason shouts
Severe gray seagull,
And shine on the water
Like mosaic, Hermitage lights.

Soon the autumn will come,
And the poets will take under custody.
Whether drinking a boilers of wine
Whether to rush into the river?

Alexander Zlishchev