Борис Чистый - Ветренно вечером
текст песни

Windy in the evening in the city of gray
Everything along the road is strewn with chalk
Flashes light at intersections
In your eyes the picture of the boss
As a reflection of the crazy brain

From St. Petersburg we go to Leningrad
God does not see that parade
Flickens the singing of cripples of miserable
The stars take revenge on us, judges are strict to us
They wanted to fall above the feet

Stained -glass windows are washed by hail
Drunk faithful spring poisons
That our dreams are empty dreams
February will take place thunderstorms
Cry if tears help here

I am not without rewarding with the same wind
Once again, not funny came to me knowledge
I'm not a hero, I won't color
Existential swarm, continuous porridge
I'm under the fifth steel march

I would have the last forces to steal fate
What would at least become sweet for a moment
What would you give you warmth of April
What would I believe what I believe in
Stop the sore time

But what a vicious circle is not straight
You won't even help me, I know
My voice sounds less loudly
Sorry for a tramp, I'm sorry for the child
Do not tear my cocoon of thin.

Boris is clean. 1990