Текст песни Александр Карпов - Сумасшествие огня

A. Karpov - Spring and Fool.

The madness of the fire, the old age of the snow,
The youth of the earth and the powerlessness of ice.
You let me go to bed with you,
The red spring is melted water! ..

The fog poured into the meadows,
A dream web, a milk lid.
Do not be angry in vain, spring -
Is there much to ask from a fool?

Wanted him, a fool, in the field
A wind to catch, a cloud to bridle,
A patched pocket in the sky
I'll fill the stars with stars, and sell the moon! ..

And he undertook to pour on the edge!
Took a drink - drink until the end!
Yes, do not toothy loaf,
Not to the face of the caftan, the beast is not on the catcher! ..

Did not manage to get mad, there is nothing to get off,
So now sit, at night - locked up,
And in the afternoon on the porch! ..
Only to survive the summer - dry and rainy,
There, too, the winter lies ahead
White tablecloths! ..

Here is honey on the table,
Near the vodka bitter - like, choose:
Laughter or tear!
The table is set, but the guest will not come -
Fall, fall, snow, eyes! ..