Ильдар Юсупов - Сын
текст песни

Summer is not that
To the door but the window
And in the window as in kin
Night snoring about me

Glance is broken and glass
The rain Thursday was lucky
I'm not at and not but
I am like only me


Spring in temples
The brisk is tricky
I'm tired of my beloved people
I will love the flight

Left and rained with saliva
Anyone turned around
I won't forget you
I will be like a dead lion

How you wake up in your hand
Late for the lesson son
I would drink all this April
If April burned

And the night will not end
A daughter cries nearby
I would splash myself in a glass
The bedroom in the bedroom became

Out of breath found a tenant
Where is the sunset with the river
Where the eyes are no matter what
Look and look and look and look


Son
I released his mustache
He treated his eyes
And road dust

Street
Well now hold on
Bending for life
He shoes in the wings

I see a spruce
The scratching wall of the house
Between the sixth and seventh floors
I see you
Remembering how this spruce was planted
I see you

I thought so
All these are enemies
Fate is not a fool
Provided
I ran from life
Turned left
And now and then
And now and then
I thought about something
He touched someone
He cried for someone
From tears is not visible
What time
What year
On the leaves of the drops
I'm not so here
Sanded with sand
I wrote with poems
People live
What do you need
Well, here is a passport
Well, here
Well, here
well well well

Here
So I sing
Far together
Close alone
Ponarochka died