Текст песни Александр Заборский - На запретке воробьи

The domes are blue in their arms,
You for Ma, not of measles,
What do snowflakes melt on the lips,
And my life, and what can I say ...
And vertuhaya smiling again
Bearded me tell you an anecdote,
I love you, Mom, I will remember,
A vertuhaya that do not understand.

And zapretke sparrows
Days counted until the spring,
They are tired of freezing,
Such a deal!
And a month later will Khmara,
Already end February,
I still shake pyaterik
As lawlessness.

From the cold voice coarsened
And the guitar in the grid so wrinkles,
About zapretke sang a lot of songs,
There are many reasons for it.
And it does not see the first year,
She plowed my life,
But I will go out, will take place a couple of years
And she calls me again.

And zapretke sparrows
Already counting the days of spring,
They are tired of freezing,
Such a deal!
A week will Khmara,
Almost ended February,
I still shake pyaterik
As lawlessness.