Текст песни Евгения Ланцберг - Голубь

They began the night of literature,
the days are shorter and drier
I do not listen to the songs :
Protect your ears .

Let my hands thin
dry crumbs of comfort,
You waste to the side -
I am alone for some reason.

Again, gloomy sky ,
Blackout over a pond .
The crumbs of stale bread
Rattling off you will not.

are covered by the mask
transverse layer of dust.
Go to their tales
from my poor I was .

Dove , faithful bird
I curse you ,
Why not is flown ? -
I do not understand , do not know.

What did you find me ?
Go to his flock .
You have a go on the ground ,
Yes, I do not fly .