Год Змеи - Последняя весна
текст песни

Dust on the table is prose
A flower on the window - poems,
Well, love and female tears -
These are my sins ...
What will I write tomorrow?
Maybe the line will come ...
In the meantime, I am only the author
Cleaned fist ...

Chorus:
This is a song of the last spring
When there were color dreams,
When I was drunk and in love
I was in love ...

Old ship-divan
I saw both virgins and whores ...
I poured joy into a glass,
"Nirvana" caresses hearing ...
Let the apartment be a grave
And the hooks of the morgue,
But an accumulation of empty bottles
It looks like New York!