Текст песни Валерий Пак - Как смертью веки сведены

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I live in the country. Life is weird.
Its jam ...
Meanwhile, another
soul died.

The world Prorva poor fellows -
of this minute
someone kept in shackles,
as in Malyuta.

I just hold on
this line here,
and human blood is not one
flood shirt.

Already me knocking on the door,
already in a hurry,
and that neither the enemy - that wild beast,
that one - the robot.

Rest in my heart, my Tolstoy
not rvis not a riot -
we have all the usual paths
pass his way.

Looking with longing, locked,
vosled departed.
That ice in the summer, kindness
ask the women.

What a flame on his shoulders
no impossible to deal with it -
To take on an empty stomach poison
would take poison.

And you, my love, and you -
palms, lips, eh -
from everyday maety
go on the wane.

How to death for ever kept,
death - forever,
so all live in the world we
in the Twentieth Century.

No wonder the storm roars Lord
on deaf ears:
- Throw it! Let the dying flesh.
Save souls!

BA Chichibabin
1966