Spring Tango. Here goes the earth person queer. Himself a sad smile. In his head any crap. With heart, shows that something is wrong. The time comes. Southern birds are flying. Snow mountains are melting. Impossible to sleep. The time comes. People lose their minds. And this time is called the spring. (I'm not sure that it is correctly carried letters for transcription, but if you'll listen to a song, it should be clear :-))) Try to reproduce the transcription: Vesennee tango Vot idet po svetu chelovec chudak Sam sebe pechalno ulibayas. V golove ego kakoy-nibud pustyak S serdcem, vidno, chto-nibud ne tak. Prihodit vremya S uga ptici priletaut Snegovye gory taut E ne do sna. Prihodit vremya Ludi golovy teryaut E ato vremya nazivaetsya vesna.