Текст песни Аквариум - Не Коси

Do not mow my braid, do not stick a nail in his hand;
Infusion of hemlock you did not wilderness.
You - my bright mind, those I - black bone
So run to honor our clean soul will sing.

However much I stole - and all hands are empty;
However much I drank - all the wines as a bush;
Vote likes you, he likes to go Buddhists,
And you wake up in the morning - everything is emptiness.

I do not drink I saw no tych a log in the eye:
Brevin is enough for a decent home;
And the soul - a saint, she put on us,
So drink - not to fidget, you and I together.

I would like, but all the trace on the sand;
Hosh - sing in the opera, he likes shave with an ax -
And anyway, Vladimir chases a herd to the river,
A herd all the same, he ate with the by shit.