Текст песни Владислав Крапивин - Песня о трубачах

Everything sleeps in the tropical night,
Only stars have a candles.
Surrorts are in bedside,
Cherry pain burnt spin ...

And we would dream of trumpets -
Angry and Sleeping -
Yes, here they are not shot:
The thing is that we are not sleeping.

At the external raid, tankers are dreamed -
And local and foreign,
And in Kubrick dreams are strange:
About Martian Sea ...

And we would dream of trumpets -
All small and stubborn,
Calmly daring, those very
What suddenly in the night will speak -

About how the still asphalt
Blows up violent herbs
And lay on the shoulder of the boy
Green leaf palm,

When the pipes ringing alt
Tell everyone how we were right
And in the coming suddenly calm
Everything will fall into place.