Текст песни Марина Меламед - Пустынная

The author of words: Dymova Lorina

Blue and yellow.
Yellowness and blue.
We drive for an hour and drive for two
In the desert.
The pulse pounds in the temples
We got lost in the sands
We got lost in the centuries
In this blue.

Has a year passed or five minutes?
Stones there and stones here
Trees don't grow here -
Useless!
Our bus is not a camel
Cover such a route
For him, great work -
It is made of iron.

Oh, those marches!
Through the eternal sands
We run away from longing
Bad luck.
Who said that there, in the distance,
somewhere on the edge of the earth
there are oases of love
and salvation?

There is nothing funnier than this lie!
There, in the distance, there are only mirages.
Who invented that in the wilderness
More happiness?
The same joy and misfortune
The same sun and water
The same eternal enmity
The same passions.

But the person is stubborn.
His life is a continuous escape
From the usual affairs and troubles,
From adversity.
The radio is screaming loudly
And today it's our turn
Under a cheerful foxtrot
Drive happily.