Текст песни Вячеслав Асанов - Вянет-пропадает

Wilt , lost my youth ,
From the dashing man in the house is not among the living .

Drunk - all swear, sober - everything is silent
And neither got dragged out of the house .

I dragged the guitar , not on what to play,
I dragged off the bed, nothing to me sleep .

Zhalilas neighbors , they say:
" Sweet blows do not hurt for a long time ."

Zhalilas sister , zhalilas home .
No one is spared , not someone else's , or your own.

Any soldier Fyodor Nearest relatives ,
He caresses me , he loves me.

And we go to Fyodor in the blue distance
And I will give Fede everything that I'm not sorry .