ДДТ - Весенняя
текст песни

Don't go an answer to me, where the question is a bullet
Where each look is a millimeter, the time is five cigarettes
The dead city burys its votes
Lost and roam, between the walls of heaven
Christmas has come, it is dark in the basement
How many souls destroyed, opposite the window
I forgot that there is still something in nature
The sixth took birth, without six minutes six ...
Etc.:
And in the morning snow fell,
After a long fire
This snow killed me
Having repaid a short century
I scored it in the palm of my hand
Spat in white dirt and dust
Either non -nonsense, or if
Either eternity, or a stink
This city crashed, but did not become a cross
The fallen city got drunk in life before fasting
Here shell -shocked stars are a new tourniquet Bethlehem
On the diapers of birch, arms and legs not everyone
Merry Christmas Iron, Council bandage
Nurse mother Teresa with a pretty face
Last night, as a rustle, the days were remembered
How you endured the curtains, how we were alone
Etc.
Don't go an answer to me, where the question is a bullet
Where each look is a millimeter, the time is five cigarettes
Dead city with empty eyes with me
I shot idle, I was alive yesterday