Текст песни Дмитрий Авилов - Все. Завтра я повешусь поутру

To All !!!
Tomorrow morning I'll hang myself
Where noisy green oaks,
Not for the sake of honor and glory,
And just hang myself and die.

Then, perhaps, a pioneer-Muscovite,
Timurite movement and the young ranger,
Will beat me a sign: & quot; There hangs
Avilov Dmitry A. & quot ;.

Maybe wicked gardener
Will take me to your site,
That I frequent attacks from the bird
Protect the master's garden.

Or maybe tired pilgrim
In the shadow of my lie down to rest,
On a hot afternoon interrupting path
We are alone with him about many things keep quiet.

Lost in thought as if on his own,
Wind shaking to the beat of the foot,
So I'll hang your way
In harmony with nature and with each other.
To All !!!