Дмитрий Шорскин - Желтые автобусы
текст песни

I am very sad again —
The past prevents me from sleeping:
Thoughts run along the lines,
Beat in the spheres of the hemispheres,
Stir up the memory,
And even emerge

Yellow buses,
Green trees,
Summer in the part of the globe
Where there are always snowstorms,
Horizons are joyful
And open, like smiles,
Those who are dear to memory,
Those who are close to the heart,
With whom we are invisibly connected
By youth and childhood,
Those who we always need,
With whom we parted by mistake…

News – like news, and
The day passed as usual.
No work of conscience
In the present, apparently.
Memory excites,
And even emerges

A disheveled summer day,
A hot head...
Reflecting in the glass,
We hide in shop windows,
Glances do not touch —
Let fate decide itself...
But for now it is too early and pointless to be sad,
This day will remain,
Will not be erased by numbers,
But for now it is being decided
Woe can come from the mind...

Smoke cuts the night into shreds —
A cigarette dies,
And, as if, by the way,
My dog ​​howls, but does not bark...
Memory excites,
And even emerges

The first heroism,
The first betrayals,
The first frustrations,
With fists in the walls...
It turned out that all
In an instant it became extreme...
No friends,
No enemies,
I have already begun to "get fat"
And am ready to go bald,
And no longer I believe in light, -
It is born from a lamp.

But for now

Yellow buses,
Green trees,
Summer in the part of the globe
Where there are always snowstorms,
Horizons are joyful
And open, like smiles,
Those who are dear to memory,
Those who are close to the heart,
With whom we are invisibly connected
By youth and childhood,
Those who we always need,
With whom we parted by mistake…