Текст песни Михаил Щербаков - Века плывут

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           Cold turkey has got me on the run.

Century sailing, like whales in their environment silent.
Their smooth path dull as mine. But my - has a limit.
Wave comes behind me, and steaming strands mane -
her spirit of evil, the devil water embarrass me commanded.

I fear is unknown, but it is the wave of cold anger -
torments and crushes, thought one line pattern on the brow:
Does my head would avoid her huge goiter?
And if so - by what means? And if not - why?

I get tired of waiting bride, but not put on mourning;
-rich neighbor got into the habit to her, she will not be proud.
And in March their relatives betrothed and married after Easter.
And so my life over black wave somknёtsya then ...

An evil spirit! Come out of the darkness! Appear as it is, in front of me!
I want until the moon disappeared, find out what you're looking.
Take a look eh - and become a handful of ashes? Or did not open his eyes?
Are you like me, Satan? Or God will save me?

1990