Текст песни Владимир Болотин - Ной

My favorite, we'll wait for the evening.
Water drains from the thawed mountains - already on the shoulders to us ...
I see a gray day ... And to those who were sinful,
Do not envy - their lot is not better than before.

My beloved, there is so much evil in the world!
Vzmahnu oar and - all for scrapping,
                                                        and - vchuzhe us spring ...
But the dusty city is dry, everything is higher in the sky
He flies away, and your eyes are carrying him ...

Two chicks of changeable eyebrows,
Your pupils are rooks under the sky ...
In them the world is at the bottom for hundreds of years and leagues!
As if the rain did not stop all Saturday ...

My beloved, we are not exiles,
And the rain rinsles, look, like a banner.
You see a gray day, for us it is a white house ...
And to those who chose the world of shadows, he -
                                                          dead city ...

My beloved, let everything die!
And only the sun, scorching, did not get out of hand ...
But the dusty city is dry, everything is higher in the sky -
He is not afraid of God's judgment and gray eyes ...

In the bumps of exhausted eyebrows
Your pupils are like two whirlpools ...
In them the world is at the bottom for hundreds of years and leagues,
As if the rain did not stop all Saturday ...