Текст песни Восьмая Марта - Лужи

You move from afar
   Here waving your hand to me
   I do not want you to go and I cry to you "Bye!"
   Today you almost healthy
   But the doctor said to you - you're dead
   A postman returned envelope said - bummer, no response
   And without saying a word to you
   Thee I will throw tomorrow again
    
   Tonight in the subway
   In the glass you posypetsya
   Blood will flow like water I will have fun while
   A mess in your head
   You can not manage with it in any way
   You're just too much thought the doctor said you - you were dead
   Give me, I hasten to dress
   Thee I no longer hold
   When there are puddles
   Why do I need you today,
    
   Days pass as steps
   I'll meet you by the river
   And if you say to me, "Hey!", I'll drown you in the river
   Give me, I hasten to dress
   Thee I no longer hold
   When there are puddles
   Why do I need you today,
    
   Look around solid puddle
   I like you very, very not needed