Текст песни Алексей Макаревич - Знак

I sit on the central square
It is not clear what.
Past horses, people, horses,
Again a horse ...
And this is a sign.

This is a certain sign of a person
That is, no one and nothing
No-one, who is not-in
non-somewhere evening
non-somewhere ...
And this is a sign.

This is a sign of eternity,
Criminating love and benefits.
I squeeze the fragments of a dream in a handhide,
Understanding that this is a sign.

This is a sign of personality stratum
I found, lost and eat.
I'm trying to subtract this sign from
The combinations of "drinking and eat".

It's a sign. This is a cereal. And cereal,
seven, like a number
postitive, virtual,
But the real is still evil.
On yourself and you are directed
As a double bed of his fist.
Left is strange, right nice,
In the center - the square.
And this is a sign.

I sit on the central square,
I have a mustache in my head ...
Only horses, horses, horses ...
And without them I already in any way.