Текст песни Александр Башлачёв - Спроси, звезда

Uh-oh, she asked me a clear star,
   Do not get bored hollow Tolokonov foreheads?
   I Met the litter of new songs
           from an old cottage.
   Beating the bows, I want to stand up on its hind legs.
   But there - the sky
           in mail out of the blue ice.

   Uh-oh, she asked me a clear star,
   Do not bored all the time to comb out the fleas?
   I pray, kneeling on becoming peas.
   I hear God Nicola Forest water.
   But saber creek
           sleeping in a sheath of blue ice.

   Each time - their order.
   But let everyone felt boots as your style!
   I myself know of thousands of real fun,
   and I'm afraid of sleep
           of those, that at all times.
   Star! I love the sound of bells ...
   On the ground of the water through the fire in the sky
                                 jingle ...

   Oh, th-th, ask a star
           but whether he will soon go to sleep,
   Statement tide hat of blue ice?
   White winter grain fed me
   Where to go crazy is not difficult,
           than to break a string.

   Star! Why we came here?
   We come to break the armor of blue ice.
   We are here to reveal the sheath made of blue ice.
   We will burn on the screen of blue ice.
   We will decorate the helmets of blue ice.
   And we will be the scepter of blue ice.

   Uh-oh, she asked me a clear star.
   Uh-oh, it save me, the clear star.