Текст песни Фролов Константин - Посвящение Игорю Талькову

On any shore on any planet
Pain and tears of people collected around the world
And wounded souls carry with them
The long journey musicians, singers and poets.
They will not keep warm and no rain or snow,
Stojko demolished they praise and insults ...
Only sometimes inconsolably sobbing in his sleep,
To one of these tears I have never seen.

Quietly floating in the night unearthly worlds
Indifferently watching icy eyes
As I was crying in my sleep, like a child, sobbing,
Unbearable pain easing tears.
And no end to this torment night.
From its inevitability nowhere to go
As if someone invisible standing behind him,
Steady gaze directed at heart.

Deaf to the wall knock echoes woes
Weave pattern on glass silver fairy.
Bitter ashes sleep loss gardens
My timid hopes as Vesuvius Pompeii.
From midnight dreams, both from stab wounds,
Rises up - all in the bubbling foam -
My long-standing pain in the only temple,
Where it becomes a poem and a song ...

I wander the earth and guitar rings,
In your soul verses without knocking trick,
And wandering Planida not change
Until the last of the string, until the last breath!
And when even strong tea
Do not save us from the silence of the guitar-girlfriend,
My new song accidentally slips
A single tear from his cheek on the pillow.