Текст песни ОЛЕГ МИТЯЕВ - Переделкино

In the house in Peredelkino turned off the light,
And the Bulat is Shalvich, here is the year as not.
At the porch museum, hands in the sleeve,
Beer drinks director, yes shelted grass.

We will go with the director in a quiet office
View with a photo lantern on the wall,
He will tell about everything in silence:
About the war, about mom and first wife.

Disconnected light in the house,
Shadow house hung in the sky
Like a man died
And the eyes buckled in the dark.

I will not ask and interrupt,
I will only politely listen and nod,
And watch how spinning over his table
All that is not add to an old pen.

And the smell of milk and smoke
And the voice of dear gave.
All floats trunks past
And melts in Blue Dali.

We are extra with the director of beer. Saw.
And in the autumn twilight, sit quietly ...
Still boosts and connect lights
And the Bulat Shalvich will not be here. No.

1998.