Текст песни Злищев А. - Грусть

Rot in me violent youth
And gentle thrill and passion.
Can be turned up in the fate of
Not the best in the life of the suit .

Or maybe just a fall,
And yellow leaves around.
With the rain brings me sorrow
The nature of the established range .

I bygone summer dream
I love it not saved .
So you want to get drunk creepy ,
To vomit old blood .

And vodka is unlikely to help
Sorrow to drown at the bottom.
In my life , I hope the short ,
There is no place in a strange fate.

A. Zlischev , & quot; Melancholy & quot;