Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - Сыро на улице пустынной

Damp outdoors desert
Trees rustle around drunkenly.
Mom, you just hug her son again, I come to thee.
Empty my soul Taverns
Eyes all night overlooked.
Mom, I'm tired to fight for a long time, but something is calling me trouble.

--RF-- But my boat sailed away
And beneath me swinging bridge
Oh, I never knew sorrow, what it is, sadness.
And I knew the mortal anguish,
Fierce, podrasstrelnuyu,
Known as the year we whistled a bullet in the back of the executioner.

Shadow them, meet my friends
Some are not, and those far away,
I was desperate to stupidity, but who said that?
Where are you, my dashing lads?
Damn that warm evening.
With tears running down his cheeks unshaven forgotten me rain.