Текст песни гр. Легенда - Декабрь

I walk with a sailor gait
I will hide my hands in my pockets, in the sides
And about the fact that I am in the eyeballs with vodka
I do not regret a drop yet

I stood in my throat frost to hiccups
On the right, left, from both sides
The wind coughed into my face sputum
Dead croaking of sleepy raven

And in the veins, boiling from frost,
Having rested, water cooled down
Hugged with naked birch
I would not hug a single like this

And as a reward I will dream of summer
In reality, quiet, hard, seriously
Handed my hands skeletons
To death stabbed birches

I know that wolves will bring tomorrow,
They roam everywhere on the ground,
The news that on the constrained Volga
You miss me alone

And December, torn into flakes
The same fate for all December
Wounded in the heart of mountain ash fraction
Blood splashed on the chest of bullfinches

He whispers in a dying bend
Through the longing of bloody lips
Your brother will be terrible
From the fact that you, brother, monogamous

I will freeze on this alley
From those words that December said
Then, maybe, I'll regret it
That in the winter I tied to drink