Текст песни Алексей Никонов - Пусти на бумагу жизнь..

Suppose that on paper the life -
she will start singing rook .
In the cold night of lie ,
I do not remember about anything.
I measure my mile
grief , winter tears.
With the bitter saliva in the mouth.
Under blue skies .
What is important is not the sound of wheels -
Train flying to nowhere .
Snow , winter and tears
enough for all year.
Believe in the futility of "no"
I am not crazy .
Night crime , delirium,
City , poems , winter.

30.12.09 .