Текст песни Левитанский Юрий - Песочные часы

Waking up was so uninteresting
I didn't want to wake up so much
that I got out of bed,
without waking up
washed and shaved,
drank tea
without waking up
and left somewhere,
was there and there,
met with that and with that
talked about this and that,
someone visited and visited,
entered,
sat,
greeted
said goodbye
protected someone from something,
moved somewhere again and again,
consulted someone
and forgave
someone somewhere treated something
and he himself was treated with someone in return,
someone firmly promised something,
joined inexplicable secrets
and we languish with a vague thirst for action,
friends and acquaintances
provided some services,
and even helped one of them
door lock repair
(a friend was waiting for the mother-in-law to arrive from the dacha)
well, in a word, I did things,
solved various problems -
and at the same time moved like a shadow,
without waking up
meanwhile day
woke up all the time
woke up
sprinkled,
poured
and tech
between your fingers like sand
in the hourglass,
while all awake
expired
along the groove between the glass cones,
and the top cone above me was empty,
and the stars were already shining there,
and you could go home again
and go to bed
and extinguish the lamp,
and wait,
as long as someone is above me
will turn the hourglass,
by moving two cones of glass,
and listen again,
how the sand flows
slowly counting down the time.

I was a particle of this sand
a participant in his high flights,
his violent storms,
his falls,
his irresistible throw;
to which everything changed instantly,
of that indomitable throw,
which has been steadily measured
movement of days
centuries and seconds
in an immense succession of millennia.

I was a particle of this sand
living in their great deserts,
a particle of these huge masses,
traveling in uniform waves.

What winds sang us!
What blizzards were crying over us!
What whirlwinds followed!

And I don't know
how many thousand years
or centuries
rushed over me,
but my life lasted endlessly,
and in her was the primacy of being,
subject to a steady rhythm,
and that was its own harmony
and a sense of lasting peace
in movement from throw to throw.

I was a particle of this sand
a particle of an endless stream,
running tirelessly
between two huge cones of glass,
and I liked the life of the sand,
myriad grains of sand
with their common and non-common destiny,
their feasts,
their holidays and weekdays,
their passions,
their high impulses,
all the pathos of their good intentions.

Also,
among many others,
circling with me in my wilderness
there was one grain of sand,
from which
I was, as they say, crazy,
which she did not know herself,
although it was my darkness,
and light
in my window.

Who knows so far
love still, maybe ...

But about this
there will still be a special conversation.

I want to go there again, in the years of ignorance,
where the information is so small and so naive
about heaven, about earth ...
Yes, in those years
faith prevails,
yes blind
but how nice to remember, falling asleep,
that the earth is supported by three whales,
and waking up -
yes, on three whales
rests securely and steadily,
and you don't have to worry about anything
and peace is stability itself,
itself
harmony,
not bottomless chaos
not this fleeing darkness
expanding
in a circle of universal black emptiness,
where is the lonely ball lost
spinning ...
Thank you whales
for the lasting illusion of peace!
At what cost
at what cost
I appreciated how sweet ignorance
and how dangerous is the pernicious temptation -
the spirit of cognition is maliciously malicious.
But this fruit,
ah, this forbidden fruit -
how sweet and how bitter is its taste! ..

Meanwhile, the sand in my sand watch
woke up
and above me was empty
glass dome,
the stars were sparkling there
and it was only necessary to wait a moment
as long as someone is above me again
will turn the hourglass
by moving two glass cones,
and listen again,
how the sand flows
slowly counting down the time.