Текст песни Алексей Кияйкин - Пожелтевшая трава...

Yellowed grass,
The sky stained steeples ...
Something whispers dissatisfied
Last year's foliage ,
At the back in the era -
Export, is alive !

And the wheels creak ,
Loudly complaining of sickness :
Not podmazhesh - you will not go ,
And it would be - where.
And you go - do not get there :
Do not be fooled - so sell .

Not in honor of the saints ,
Our sleigh around the world turns :
It lights the sky in every puddle ,
Cities lie in the dust -
Whether it was , or will be ,
Whether the tale , whether true story ...

1989