Текст песни Александр Иванов - Куда плывет громоздким кораблем ...

Bakhyt Kenzheev

Music by Alexander Ivanov

 Where the ship sails cumbersome
 the volatile city of insomnia in the autumn?
 That in a tree, into the lake of love,
 unshaved my mirror interlocutor

 in the fish's mouth opens black -
 I am silent, and did not raise his eyes.
 So carefree radio sings.
 And he has a mute melody

 language and throat henbane -
 the ship sails, sirens young
 sit on the masts, life is still wet,
 still easy, yet it is - for the first time ...

 Not far off the early winter.
 Dissipate the fog, frost thickens.
 One dies, the other will go crazy,
 like a moth in a derelict web.

 And the man sighs, transfixed.
 For a long time he could face another winter,
 all his days and years in a singsong
 the music of his perelagaya.

 And from the edges, where the hot hydrogen
 sends the beam to the ground in the rivers and the graves,
 The Lord looks - regrets, tears pouring down,
 One problem - to help him can not.