Текст песни Анатолий Киреев - Пирога

Dm
Mute clouds are floating
Em7-5 A7
The road is bright.
Dm
It is transparent and light
C7 F
Slides the pie.
F / D # B
Slides the pie over the ground
D7 Gm
In the rays of dawn
Gm / F B
And the boy sleeps in that pie
A7 Dm
It looks like summer.

He sleeps not knowing where
Carries the current.
And life is not joy, it does not matter,
An adventure.
The hand does not touch the oars
Carries a pie
The water is clear and light.
And thank God.

The quiet river will converge
With a river of knowledge
And a river is formed
Memories.
And it will sway hard
His pie
And he will take up the oar.
And thank God.

He will sail across the seas
And the oceans
And he will see how they burn
Hearts and countries.
Stormy nights and weekdays
A lot will happen
But he will stay alive.
And thank God.

Pie floats across the sky
In gray hair,
An old man sits in a pie -
Looks like autumn.
The hand does not touch the oars
Carries a pie
The water is clear and light
And thank God.