Текст песни Василий Гун - сок берёз

Not in the palm
And in the elbow
And not in the eye
And in the eyebrow
You do not need to clap
and do not tear
I do not believe
in your favorite
Each day is stronger
hypocrisy in people
*****
and to race will be this song
pipes reflected in pipes
will seem rude someone
and without Chopin's gloss
Tragism from Baha and Tocast
crowd of people and wax smell
and contemporaries story
gathered by the fire
burn chairs, furniture, boards
From the rubble of this there is no sense
as soon as warm the people in the winter
and this song will also be silent
And all the living will die
Spark last will go out
And your world will fall out of fucking
Sunflowers fond paints
And blood will replace juice birch