Текст песни Наум Блик - Борис Рыжий - Так и курят кальян

So smoking hookah -
smoke passes through the pure water.
I breathed through my tears of his years,
I see every flaw.

What it was all.
It is easy to forget childhood
and friends. I can look around,
and around - nobody.

It is necessary to love;
that will remain the same love,
only become a little besslovney,
Only the blood dries.

A poem, finally,
is a weakness, not insight,
sadder than, the frankly.
Forgive me, Father,

but when I die,
Tell me the last fairy tale
and close my eyes - this weasel
I do not accept wincing.

Take me to the woods
and say, in justification, the birds:
"He wanted to, but could not learn
to work or there. "

1993, November