Текст песни Андрей Козловский - Быку, жующему дорогу

What autumn brings? And the rain drizzles,
And the forest voiceless can be beautiful.
Palm does not warm the fires of September -
They can not, they do not burn!

The eyes are surrounded by water up to the eyebrows.
Correct collar podymi collar.
She's all the same: Sing or drink,
She, like everyone else, you just got used to it.

Chorus: Bull chewing road
        What matters to the fire?
        But if the stars may fall
        Night times the bulls at his feet,
        That someone tricked me,
        Then someone lied to me!

Hot heart is useless,
And my horse grazes five bareback
The closer, the more the road will take,
And then ... But everything is burned down.

Lord, refresh the servant,
To this scaffold of lint and flax?
I had my head for
To praise peace and grow stupid with wine?

Chorus.