#russian rock
Thu, 02 Jul 2015 05:02:29
“I woke up in the morning
At five o'clock
And I immediately realized:
You left me.
So what!
So what! That you left me.
I’ll get drunk again anyway!
Shuba-duba!
Blues!”
“There was a year. We were the moths. Not bloodthirsty and light.
Weaved melodies and motives from the Time-river.
At that time, the Time-river was no thicker than a stream,
And came from the lighthouse: “We will meet soon, bye,
On the moon, on the moon
In the country where we all live”