Текст песни Сурганова и Оркестр - Ну, вот и всё

Well, that's all, and I left like the first snow,

Under the clanking of chains, under a loud laugh,

Under the idleness of the bustle, where are you

Do not look after me ...

Well, that's all, brings locks on the sand

Tired wind, he is in a melancholy,

The window is knocked on the black glass, where I am alone ...

Well, that's all, I'm sorry for myself, how sorry and those,

Who is barefoot in the draft,

Squeezing, praying for warmth,

Tempering this one to anything, not for the future,

The time has come ...

Well, that's all, I'm cold at these walls,

Cuddling to them I'll catch a cold,

Under the earth in hell, under the sun in the steppe

Somewhere I'll go and get lost.