Сквозь очки, сквозь года — на мохнатом ковре В серебре, на ветру, да со скоростью мира Самое время.
Никто не говорил, что там будет легко - На закате дней Однако звучная луна Однако лишняя стена Однако прочно за окном -
Жёлтое лето Сладкое море Самое время Самое время. Самое время. Самое время. Самое время. Самое время. Самое время. Самое время. Самое время. Самое время. Самое время. Самое время. Birds in the morning start to sparkle What is your dew Accursed of God's eye Yellow summer.
Animals at night deep voice trumpeting In the labor hole And hobbling across the hills Conifer echo.
Through the lights, through the woods - by obedient Carpet At dawn, in reality , but with the speed of the world It's about time .
Spikes of grass land toe As if from a bucket And no quench Their sweet sea.
Round trees, tight elephants Blue dust Bliss aching boots Bad job.
Through his spectacles , through the year - on furry carpet In silver, the wind , but with the speed of the world It's about time .
Nobody said that there will be easy - At the end of his days However, sonorous moon However, extra wall However, firmly outside the window -
Yellow summer sweet sea It's about time It's about time . It's about time . It's about time . It's about time . It's about time . It's about time . It's about time . It's about time . It's about time . It's about time . It's about time .