Текст песни Алексей Борисович Марычев - Где нашла коса на камень

Where I found a scythe on a stone
There a fool found a scythe
Yes, I undid it with my hands
So this is a sure sign
The fact that tomorrow is in bad weather
This path will not carry you
If tomorrow is noon -
That means you will be lucky!

Torment ripens in our loins
A plan ripens in our minds
How not to die of boredom
Where to find self-deception
Clearly visible behind the corners
We know right beforehand
We hold everything firmly with our hands
But love will take its

From a high window
Carousel lucky
Fool look at the sun
Until the eyes burn
There is no shadow in the dark
Draw what he wants
If everything gives a damn about
Means definitely lucky