Текст песни Участники проекта Песни нашего Века - Барды - Пароход

It does not melt overnight, and does not pass, and on the Oka and on the Oka
Shouts random steamer - hysterical, pathetic this.
Hysterical, pathetic this.
Hysterical, pathetic this.

Rubbish longing not pereboret, shouts in a shimmering darkness.
To tears, to the pain in black and bulkheads under the stars to him.
He knows how they are huge and how helpless crayons
All steamers all ferries and jetties and beacons.

Screams! .. And there sat a student, the old woman dozing at the door,
Snoring Roma, someone's kids back home in a hurry hurry.
And as a planet crowded, it stops the small stuff
And quietly slaps in Golutvin gulping breaths on the go.
Swallowing sighs on the go.

It does not melt overnight, and does not pass, and on the Oka and on the Oka
Shouts random steamer - hysterical, pathetic this.
Hysterical, pathetic this.