Текст песни Александр Непомнящий - На всех крылатых хватило окон.

My unrepentant free -
useless doll in the corner,
my fifth ridiculous time of year -
Siamese cat in the snow.
two steps up to the sky with an aspen stake,
two key rotation
scream even tired blood to the throat -
& quot; the monastery road & quot; empty.

and on the floor - cropped curl,
guitar thrown in the trash.
all cruise lacked windows,
and the rest - everything right, everything is so.
in your warm bed, not afraid of death.
just another brick in the wall.
in our house - empty bottles and devils,
and no one plays rock and roll.

you warmth, and your puppy happy and well fed,
but in the warm bus is often sick.

loneliness - when you're around.
loneliness - when you're around.
loneliness - when you're around.
and love - when you're not.

and we rvёm strings and break the feathers
We are looking for some precious reply.
and God spat, left, and slammed the door.
we were behind him - ah, there is no door.
but we sincerely believe our Linda and Yoko
and with trembling waiting for a new album.
we drink with them for the coming of Woodstock,
We love each other and blyuёm under the table.
and last night I dreamed of death,
I was all clear, I would wake up.

loneliness - when you're around.
loneliness - when you're around.
loneliness - when you're around.
and love - when you're not.

You can break windows and hung up in the bathroom,
write a treatise on the Marquis de'ralbone,
read the Bhagavad-gita and bake about karma,
to go on vacation in Hotel California.
after all, you can stay with you.
Of course, it is easier to stay with you.

but loneliness - when you're around.
loneliness - when you're around.
loneliness - when you're around.
and love - when? ..