Текст песни Юрий Нечаев - Жиган Лимончик

In memory of Mikhail Vorobiev (Circle)

There are not many of us on earth.
The circle is killed and the threshold is not creaking.
Only the sun is quietly decreasing,
Like screwed on the fytiel.
Life, always a hard science,
The bitterness of trouble broke out,
The occasion for death is eternal and separation
Eternal, like the water cycle.

Mishka, Mishka ... Evil bullet-mouse
How did the moves reach you?
Eh, Zhigan Limonchik, black phaetonchik
Early rides on the frets.

Extinguish in the breeze of the poster of the shadow,
You're still laughing at fate,
And the road led to the fall
In the sky that hung over you.
And the fruits of separation are reaping,
Today you can, maybe,
Swim across the sky, not pressing his legs,
And you can not walk on the ground.

Bear, Mishka ... Butterfly-shirt,
Dotanzui on stage and dopa "Madame".
Eh, Zhigan Limonchik, black phaetonchik
Early rides on the frets.

There will be bees fall and dew,
There will be sweets in the sky.
And for all usual questions
My memory will answer me quietly: I lived ...
There will be a sun, like the Nautilus,
Raise your red side in the haze,
There will be birds singing, how to learn
In our cages on the ground.

Mishka, Mishka ... How did my little son grow up!
Your April walks through the gardens.
Eh, Zhigan Limonchik, black phaetonchik
Early rides on the frets.

But there was a voice on the planet,
As if continuing to be.
And the wind blows, free wind
Eternal silence is yours.
As though in the sky clouds did not grow angry,
For you in the dawn blue mist
There will be birds singing, how to learn
In our warm cells on the ground.

Mishka, Mishka ... How did the chip fall ...
I will recompense vengeance.
Eh, Zhigan Limonchik, black phaetonchik
Early rides on the frets.