Текст песни Сергей Канунников - Провинция у моря

I can not wait for the wind on the beach,
not to fill the sail being stubborn
I write a wish on the snow,
and then I repent of impermanence
pack randomly changes
whirling snowstorm, it puts pressure on the heart of sadness
decrepit old man at sea catches happiness
in the net full of holes and not let go

erased memory lies
stick to your hands mystery
I go on the rise
throat pulls the noose

Tango who is prancing horses,
rejoices at parquet halls echo
Who is this gentleman who keeps the fear
in his servants in case of Down and Out
piano black in mourning, his maestro
He went into the bout without finishing range
pretending obedient rider
his horse hooves dug a hole

somewhere torn chain
thrown link
naughty goal
flees out the window

here means good luck for those who
catches mice traps for bear
Boy, Calm down, boys, here the city of Nalchik,
Nalchik where the hell swans?
you sit on the sidelines, a primus Cini,
and if no - here's a kerosene stove.
more than to help you, I do not know
so too the local color and flavor

branches slope
Trail stretches sideways
on the way to paradise
or in a dark jail