Текст песни Александр Башлачев - Минута молчания

Minute of Silence

It is easier than down, the stone slab.
Throw her flowers.
Your player rides a great rock,
But nothing you walked with him for this fence.
You should not have asked, who lay here.
Here you are buried.
It happened during the dream
Becoming the first star of its hit parade.

I lived the joy of meeting
And the pain of parting.
Look at me.
We are talking, then, can
To sing songs
Wait a minute! We can burn
A minute of silence.
Do not be afraid of fire.
After all, if will burn means
Again resurrected.

Your Telecaster beautiful as brass knuckles.
But your microphone, as a gag.
And who counted how many coins
Left past the outstretched hat.

For several years, a few winters ...
Well, now you're the star?
Several Linen, some zing
And the photo in the newspaper the day before yesterday ...

But the smell of water
In your luxurious closet?
You spekuliruesh tale
About the best worlds
Needing increased
Dose of anesthesia.

Once again, hiding his ashes
The standard cassette.
I see that as a lie
Turns to fear,
And it is logical metamorphosis.

You sell rainbow makeup.
You buy smoke.
Boring tease dead lion
And you drink alcohol
Because of the high wine glasses.

You do not understand me.
You do not shagnesh
Through myself to him.
So do not lie to the Anti -
Veliki all words
You - in the country of Lilliput Gullivers.

Forget the pain of our meetings
And the joy of farewell.
I see the fire is nothing more to burn.
You, as usual, it is time for the conveyor.
And yet, try to save
A minute of silence.
But you throw flowers
On the edge of the gravestone.
Then he will smile and turn on your player.