Текст песни Сергей Матвеенко - Свеча ст.и муз.С.Матвеенко

Candle

Sergey Matveenko

And it was on a clear day:
I entered the temple, the candle was burning.
Oh, my dear, it's not the case
Play with fire, play with fire.
The sun's rays are bright
You do not pay attention.
I will interpret understanding
About the purpose of the candle.

When darkness grows in the night
Anyone is ready for your shoulders
Hug ... And, God, what a speech!
But on a clear day it is still light.
Zenith is transparent and high.
Everything in this world is so beautiful
But trusting him is dangerous -
You will burn in the fire, moth!

A box under the maracas
Over the wick of your pigtail
The resin of a random match will sparkle
Poet eh, thief, player ?!
How do you surrender to fate
Praying for a lunar eclipse?
Ah, maybe a poem
The poet will write about you.

Or maybe a reproach to you,
Into the deaf rubbish, into the night soot,
To steal with you,
An insidious thief will take you.
Or maybe biting my lip
A gambler full of excitement
Like money, lose at cards
Your short destiny ...

It will happen this way or that -
The planet will not stop.
At the thief, the player, the poet
You have one price - a penny!
How stupid you were
When on these pavements
Holy wax tears
You spilled so carelessly! ..

Who needs your light more?
To this I will answer directly:
Who will steal you from the temple
Excited like a stubborn gambler
And inspired, like a poet,
And inspired like a poet!

... And it was a clear day,
I entered the temple, the candle was burning ...