Текст песни Аквариум - ткачиха

Weaver
I dreamed that I was a weave
Which often happens in a dream
I could not understand for a long time - if I sink her
Whether she dreams of me

Yes, I know that the Chinese wrote about this
But the theory of dry, and the tree of life
Green in sheets;
Will have to wake up and go to Ivanovo
Check how really things are there on the ground.

Volga makes noise waves;
Rare bird will reach her shores
And on all shores black from those who
Expects when the current will sweep past
The bodies of their enemies.

And only the full moon revives
Alternation of these tops and low
Thank God that she never read
Nor "Francis Francis of Assisi",
Nor DE DE Jing.

In the desert brave camel
Each of them has something on his mind
One friend also walked to the North Pole
Turned out to be an entrepreneur in Kostroma
So undertakings ascended powerfully
Turn aside, lose the name of the action - what sort
I do not see the reasons to strive somewhere if in the end you always find yourself somewhere not there

I sit on a desert rock
I watch the clouds float
Heart like an old ash
Eyes like a full fool

I do not start anything, let it all
Flows in itself like a Volga River
A cold cat sits under the staircase
I'll go down to set out her milk