Lyrics Пелымский - Отрывной

You know
I was given a tear-off calendar.
This is a gift given to me.
Even at birth.
And I think everyone
Regardless of social status.
I am my own weather forecast.
Yesterday - the heat, today - cold.
And in December I will arrange spring.
Every day, getting ready for bed
I draw myself again on the bridge
Where I can control the heavens
Which is inside of me.
I will not exchange for meteorological centers.
Better to tear off the sheets,
In order not to become frozen.
And hit the rain for beauty
During the fall.
Become low-key snowflakes,
But so necessary in winter.
Breathing birds in spring
Weather forecasters in defiance.
To full speed in the summer.
And remember, you're a man too
With tear-off calendar.
You can too day by day
Set yourself up as a radio,
Find the desired fm,
Can you bite the planet with hail
Or hide under an umbrella,
I feel closer to the warmth of my home,
Where regardless of the season
Always on the ceiling the sun, satellite and stars.

Hey, you remember me.
I stole December from you.
So abruptly, suddenly,
snow white canvas
my straitjacket
in the cage.
As a margin
in the autumn, the words seemed
not serious
and lighter than air itself.
in the light-smoke,
in hand pockets.
Mutual boredom is already love.
but there was another thing with her:
autumn red hair
spring green eyes,
but ice-cold voice:
I warmed it with tea.
sometimes icy.
by myself.
sometimes piecemeal.
but she was getting colder
and increasingly looked at the calendar.
January danced outside
under a long rhythm
New Year's scandals
salutes in the summer-July sky
asleep squares.
marches lost and lost
in the heart of the fallen
leaves
green, the color of the walls of her rooms.
and I will never forget her eye
never believe
in seasons on the shelves
I myself time
even broke all the watches
what you gave me.
Just don't go.
just read.
just .. wait
in the pouring rain
listening to his crazy whisper
about asphalt crashing
drops.
than not the tragedy of millions of people
with clown noses in the heart?
we all lost each other
calling it winter
and winter is not like that.
she is fragile and too clean
for asphalt roads
our dirty cities.
But you forget the main thing
time and time again
we lose people
not dependent
from the weather forecast.
perhaps the greatest loss
live on the note with the rhythm
April squares
fell asleep for the umpteenth time.
and then all the same phrases
towards not immediately
never
did not love,
as other people love.
Rather, I just pretended
that people know how to love.