Текст песни Борис Гребенщиков - Назад в Архангельск

Once we had rivers and roads,
Now we trade on the threshold.
We look at smoke from the pipe
And the pigeon thanks to the pussy.

Carved wind. Swimmed wind.
It's late to count signs and intrigues.
See how these books are burning.
Back, in Arkhangelsk!

In churches or ***** caliga disturb
Drinks with a kitchen dunge champagne in the hallway
Where you do not look, everywhere image.
Whether we climb under the bed, or lump on the brakes

Carved wind. Swimmed wind.
There is no need to compress the figs in your pocket.
See how these books are burning.
Back, in Arkhangelsk!

Banana Mom with strong legs
Cuts a map of the world on Arigami.
In the shade froze a bothering husband
We leave on the devices in the Great Wilderness
Back, in Arkhangelsk.

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Build barricades on the streets of Tyumen
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Wherever you go to you stand the cross

Carved wind. Anyoye wind.
It is late to count the strength and intrigue.
Look how these books are burning!
Back, in Arkhangelsk!