Тимофей Яровиков - Високосный год
текст песни

A leap year with mosquitoes in the mouth,
And in a dense ravine, ice does not melt.
Who else will sing? Who else will lie?
Who else will die?
In puddles and dirt with rainbow gasoline,
The first nightingale voted at night
Who asked him? Where to gain strength
Whisper "save"

From longing, from slush, from wrinkles,
From the poems that yours is in the hair of a burdock,
From the resentment of women, from the tears of men,
And from the cooing of pigeons.
From a memorial uncomfortable ...

Give a wedding cake through the threshold,
On such a feast, bargaining is inappropriate.
Who is the shore? Who guarded you?
Who called you?
If he had not lived, he did not sin,
But why did you cherish a lie?
Who loved you? Who vinyl?
Who kept you

From longing, from slush, from wrinkles,
From the poems that yours is in the hair of a burdock,
From the resentment of women, from the tears of men,
And from the cooing of pigeons.
From a memorial uncomfortable ...

Day after day, it goes like a round dance
It will accelerate the rhythm, then again will freeze,
Who will understand him? Who will enter it?
Who will break it?
The angel behind the shoulder will scream with a rook,
Bended by a crown, consecrated by a candle.
Did you have nothing to do with it? Is everything nothing?
Far away yet

To longing, to slush, to wrinkles,
To the poems that yours are in the hair of a burdock,
To the resentment of women, to the tears of men,
And before the cooles of the pigeons.
From a memorial uncomfortable ...