Текст песни Александр Ипатов - Море в сединах, море в морщинах...

Alexander Ipatov

The sea is gray hair,
Sea wrinkled,
Sea nurtured
city ​​man.
Proudly meet
North winds,
like before the fight,
He squared his shoulders.
Where there: pine tired -
He arched his back
or broken.
Is this man stand:
Summer - Marsh without boundary,
Winter crying,
vyuzhit scares -
cold,
black spot,
your path is measured,
Finish known.
Only a man self-confident,
adulthood shagnuvshy
at once, without childhood.
Flight -
for the weak,
wind after them
He reared blasphemed
March snow.
Flames did not win them warm.
Flashes banner
they do not hold.
Word will be able to give everyone,
but kept his word ...
Compress, gathering force,
not the will in a fist,
and a steel line
the city could, but ....
Vital
railway line.
Plain shaky marshes
nasal gnats, grins,
and the stench, like an echo, responds:
No one, no one here will not pass.
Petitioned carousing soil
nothing.
The forces of evil
in the form of swamp mnogoochny,
in the glare of horror
rotting eyes.
Sand them with a flourish
gasp -
three sheets to fear.
Masculine in nature -
fairway in the river life.
Snatch the sand from the sea bottom
City smog - is bound by the swamp.
Sea sand under your feet.
Job usual -
feats.
Morning wakes knock Bravo,
Tundra backs.
Piles. The first barracks.
First steps.
We will build castles
despite the blizzard.
City sure
City Size
into squares.
In the square "n" -
hospital.
Soldiers. Run the darkness. Lord!
For the Lord is not trusted,
City, get up ...
War lay gray
chayachih flocks.
Wave after wave, the sea of ​​tears -
Mount not wash
sandy shore.
Mass graves,
Noise birches,
pines noise
and the granite sculpture.
Monument rooted in the ground,
how to spell century:
Remember!
In complete darkness, military night
city ​​soldiers
city ​​worker ... I persevered,
He suffered
every line of their own destiny.
Dreams forties heroes
became a reality in the affairs of the descendants,
became a reality in the affairs of the living.
City youthful years,
City chores adult
your streets ringing strings
After the peace,
After the peace
Peaceful lights
clear voice your area.
In the peace after, not a fairytale
billowed into the sky your floors.
In the everyday life of labor bloomed
Dreams beautiful stained glass windows.
Grandmother and grandchildren,
sunny laughter,
classic chalk on the pavement.
Children's time a run.
A grandfather in the photo
in a white tunic,
starring in the forty-first ...
The residents of multi-storey buildings,
passenger buses and taxis
ask
about the most important day
in the biography of the city
on the Northern Dvina.
The pictures of all kinds ...
beach, poplar,
houses, palaces ...
All of this city's past.
The most important - the days to come.