Текст песни Братья Жигновские - Лужа

Puddle

In over blue - blue sky I look at you out of the puddle,
Smiling dumb and a little clumsy,
Finely rippled podernus: puddle all - and still wind
And dumb my modesty so no one will notice.

All of puddles me much. Only unless defective,
But how - that nesusvetno, just that - how - that drunk,
All floats, swaying, melts in a curved space,
And turbid water will be from plaguing impermanence.

All my pool this cute, I like - even if happy,
Sometimes the hours ebb when the sun warms the holiday,
When everyone in the normal form appears before your eyes,
Again seeing the real world, I wait and thunderstorms in the fog.

And more often than pouring thunderstorm, so increasingly in the world puddles
And not only me, perhaps dipping into them by the ears,
There mosaic Colored refracted simple,
I stare into the water at times, thinking seriously.

(Seq., And the Muses. - M.Zhignovsky, 20.10.2001g.)