Текст песни Лето - Горе от ума

Stayed up late
And textbooks are not finished yet
You are still alone
Personal life is still an open line
Your desk calendar
Measures years into semesters and lectures
And dreams carry away into the distance
With a rowan branch and weighty secrets

Woe-woe from wit
Again no time for sleep
The heart is worried, calling out into the street
Woe-woe from wit
The moon will save
All your secrets
Woe-woe from wit
Early spring
The heart is worried, asking for freedom
Woe-woe from wit
Words are spinning
And all about love

Woe-woe from wit

Irrelevant between the lines
The whole week of only Mondays
A sheet of paper folded in half
Checked by mail and a northern city
The locks are classified
You copied incomplete files
And you decide at the board
The most important thing in life formula

Woe-woe from the mind
Again no time for sleep
The heart is worried, calling to the street
Woe-woe from the mind
The moon will keep
All your secrets
Woe-woe from the mind
Early spring
The heart is worried, asking for freedom
Woe-woe from the mind
Words are spinning
And all about loves