Текст песни Александр А.В.С. Скворцов - Белая скатерть

WHITE TABLECLOTH

I’m probably doing something wrong in this life,
You invited me, but I couldn’t refuse.
They made a white tablecloth with a smile at dinner,
And in the middle of the night they lifted us and drove us over the threshold.

And I sat under the door, and cried, as the ories cry.
A white dove suddenly dived onto your ledge.
I lost my dreams. And the dreams were - oh, beautiful!
You opened the window and threw my dreams down.

I collected the fragments to one. It hurts - sharp!
To glue - all life is not enough, and soon the dawn ...
"Leaving go!" - So we were taught by adults from childhood.
I just wanted to believe that someone would look after us.

In the morning on the porch they found dried blood,
The district policeman made a protocol, writing between the lines ...
They laid a white tablecloth on the table in a mowed field,
And I was invited. But I could not refuse.

A.V.S.