Текст песни Михаил Капустин - Песня недостроенного брига

The day before yesterday bass bites "G-si-mi" in our ears,
I was unfinished brig dangerously creaking frame.
The smoke lay on the shoulders, coiling tight rings,
And we are immersed in it, and he plunged into us.

And now - the board is resilient and holds crammed with cargo,
And the sun bounces off the ringing shining nail.
Guitar playing only kind of music today,
Which you want - you do not want, and can not not write.

Ur happy pore, nature plays a compass,
And pokes a needle into the heart, you are closing the circle.
And I'm going to decline, and compass sparkles figures
So clearly, that I already feel that my brig sailing south.