Lyrics Александр О'Карпов - Весна и дурак

The madness of the fire, the old age of the snow,
The youth of the earth and the powerlessness of ice.
You let me go to bed with you,
The red spring is melted water! ..

Fog grew in the meadows,
A dream web, a milk lid.
Do not be angry in vain, spring -
Is there much to ask from a fool?

Wanted him, a fool, in the field
A wind to catch, a cloud to bridle,
A patched pocket in the sky
The stars to fill, let the moon sell! ..

And he undertook to pour on the edge!
Took a drink - drink until the end!
Yes, do not toothy loaf,
Not to the face of the caftan, the beast is not on the catcher! ..

Did not manage to get mad - there is nothing to get off,
So now sit, at night - locked up,
And in the daytime - on the porch! ..
Only to survive the summer - dry and rainy,
There, too, the winter lies ahead
White tablecloths! ..

Here and on the table sweet honey;
Near the vodka bitter - just choose,
Laughter or tear!
The table is covered, but the guest will not come -
Fall, fall, snow, eyes! ..