Текст песни Неизвестен - За бортом

Behind the glass
Floats peyzazhik discreet.
Pouring in the window
September torrential rain.
And unshaven carrier,
Smoldering cigarette,
we lead
Through the tumult of the elements,
As Noah.
Along the route of destiny,
On the way short
Our mustard kovchezhek
Floating slowly.
And behind
unsteady
drunken gait
Misfits stomping
Someone's soul.
Despite the wind,
In the darkness and the puddle,
In the absence of meaning
And the darkness ahead -
You reaching
Prior to his
Inhabiting the land,
Before reaching shelter earthly body.
Before microcosm of concrete,
Glasses
And metal
For there
Poured into an empty bed,
And the next day
Resurrect
At any cost,
And something to build,
And something to pin down.
I'm a little can:
Only the spark of light
Ozar
Small world of emptiness.
But it revolves anciently
This planet
Do not like me,
And such as you.
The whole some differences:
What did not go to the paths I,
You - the way life
At the touch of Cherche.
Well, vodka -
Known anesthesia.
what else
Dull pain in the soul?
If it hurts the soul -
That it has no jurisdiction,
That she
indivisibility
The extent and variety.
My smoke-Noy,
Brake their ship,
pick up
This sinful soul
On Board.