Текст песни Олег Хаславский - Вплестись в облетевшие ветви...

Weave in the leafless branches ,
Fit into their dead tourists ,
When overflowing with winds
On the slopes of the January sing .
Under their monotonous nonsense
Nearer the date the
Simple with love, last ,
Whose eyes have not seen ,
And in time , when the turn
Field in black and white poster ,
Would be enough force to leave
With hope, rented.
Here, the sky is dark and miserable
For the spirit and the heart, and eyes,
And there is no need to beg God ,
What's in store for you it is .
And there is no need to cry devout
Wallowing in the cold dust ,
As soon as all of the terms of distribution
Earthly consolations passed.
Gone divides and carve ,
All fell on their laps ,
And all carried off to crumbs
Black ants on the moves .
Therefore gatherings rules
Entrenched in the dusk pain,
And head stupidly Buravov
The sharp edge of alcohol,
And , fed artificial paradise
Losing mind traces
Last lantern accept
For the light of the star of Bethlehem .