Текст песни Анатолий Багрицкий - Белая полоса

My guitar in kisses,
And my heart in bruises
The day passed, and thank God,
What are these long wires, you are mine
White stripe
For half an hour
In our palms
Coal cooled stars
and fragments of the moon for happiness
White stripe
Cloud in heaven,
I think about you, and quite often.

Your eyes like two coins
Like two tired planets
Circling in the heavens of my hope
Whatever you are mine
White stripe
For half an hour
In our palms
Coal cooled stars
and fragments of the moon for happiness
White stripe
Cloud in heaven,
I think about you, and quite often.

This was not taught at school -
From pleasure and pain
One grimace, but someday
You do not know me on the street, you are mine
White stripe
For half an hour
In our palms
Coal cooled stars
and fragments of the moon for happiness
White stripe
Cloud in heaven,
I think about you, and quite often.