Текст песни Татьяна и Сергей Никитины - Баллада о щепке

Where in the green shard of glass
Childhood looks amazed,
A splinter floated on the terrible sea -
The flame bloomed in her green,
Blackbirds were smiling in its leaves,
The bees were ringing a bell
The soul of the guiding star sang
A song to all her chicks:

Chorus:
If the sea swirls
And the wind went deaf
Leaves of smiles
Let's deploy!
If you can't sleep -
Count to three
If you can't sleep -
Count to three ...
Well, the maximum is
Until half past three!

People, grabbing this twig,
They can get out of the abyss
With her ships, airplanes, merging,
The blades move with laughter.
On days when ears stick out from fear
Hair moves like a chunk
She rustles her tongue as a child
She sings in a childlike voice:

Chorus:

The sliver flies without any wheels -
Should she worry about it!
Let it burst into laughter to tears
The most sour face.
On days when happiness pounds its tail
In the Bay of Imagination
I beg you to remember
There is no continuation without which:

Chorus:
(..............
Until half past three!

Junna Moritz
1982, October