There is no place for everyone on the golden beach,
Pools and water are not for those
Who just pass by.
There is still snow on the spare wheel.
Can anybody drive me with it
to the summer?
Where am I… in this world
Turn off the light - you cannot hear your own words.
Where am I ... and who
Walk parade and fly in a dream behind me.
There are waiting for me at home strange heroes of the newspapers,
Those, in which holy faces turned yellow from time.
And I want to drink a little wine from home,
And not someone else's "vodka"
that smells just like kerosene.
Where am I… in this world
Turn off the light - you cannot hear your own words.
Where am I ... and who
Walk parade and fly in a dream behind me.