Текст песни Александр Шубин - Песня для своих

A song for their own

It all started with opening a bottle of wine
And as always, spring came unexpectedly.
And on this night without sleep, I went crazy.
I looked at her and realized that it was she.

She asked my name, I said, "Hi!"
We've known her for a thousand years
And this thousand years passed in a moment
And I thought: "How rarely you meet your own people."

And don't give a damn about Saratov or Surgut,
Yesterday we were there, today we will be here.
And still Voronezh or Stary Oskol.
Sad blues and peppy rock and roll everywhere.

And I'm probably a moron, but rather a psycho,
But I suddenly realized, or rather comprehended,
Well, maybe I read it in one of the smart books,
That everyone in life meets only their own.

The sun dances from east to west
And the day passed disappears suddenly
And everything that was changes the face.
The moon and the stars continue to dance.
I guess I'm just a drunken asshole
But it's great to meet your own people.

August 2014.