Ставни глухи

Hoch as a gun against the head.
Not I can get used to the wine .
I throw the bottle ,
And a bottle flies to the moon,
Cheerful and sparkling ,
Constricted throat ringing ,
And at the very edge
Tells me : & quot; Forget about me ! & Quot;

Chorus:
But the shutters are deaf ,
What's your name , The sky ?
Shutters are deaf ,
What's your name ?

damp face
And in September , adhering to the lip .
With that we should be born
That disgusts fate.
And the wind on the fence
Yellowed sheet Teasing.
My blue sea,
I do not see you .

Chorus .

How many years before the dawn ?
Through the asphalt does not pass water .
My stupid summer
Well, where are you gone where ?
Snakes with crispy rim ,
That has never flown .
As you was right , curly,
Aluminium - cheap metal.

Chorus .