Текст песни О.Швыдкий, стихи А.Шигин - Ковчег

THE ARK

To whom - prison,
To whom - Sum,
To whom - wine and hussley ...
One trouble -
For a long time
Dried up in the same direction.

And our barcas
Completely stuck
Slim clouds dust,
And we are on it
And we are sailing ...
Although, it seems, sailed.

Wasoy Moke
And he is gone
Under the pile of bold plans -
They do not end
Kohl on the rowing
Ten captains.

Fate teasing
Pigs out
For the seat at the steering
Sweat foreheads
Fresh Chub ...
And we and grief little -

From loud words
Sweet dreams
Kneading the dough
We will be erected by the temple
In which you
Itself will not be the place ...

© Andrey Shigin, 2017