Текст песни БГ-Бэнд - Капитан Воронин

G am
 When the detachment entered the city,
        C g
 There was a time of human kindness
G am
 The population went on vacation
      C g
 Flowers were languishing in the square.

G em
 Everything was unnaturally peaceful
          D am c
 Like a movie when a trap awaits.
G hm em
 The clock on the tower beat noon for a long time
    C d g
 Some past day.

Captain Voronin was chewing a blade of grass
And looked thoughtfully around.
He knew that everyone saw the reflection in the glass
And everyone hears an unnatural knock.

 But people believed him as a father,
 They knew who should decide everything.
 He was known as the one who never hurried,
 When there’s nowhere else to rush.

I remember who volunteered to go first,
I will tell you their names.
Sailor Egor Trubnikov
And the Native American Edge of the Log

 The third was without a name,
 But with an experience of one and a half thousand years
 And squinting like Clint Eastwood
 Captain Voronin watched them go.

I didn’t have to wait long
Wait no longer than winter to wait for spring
Bad news gallops like fleas
And the good ones are so clear.

 And when a cloud of dust seemed
 Where they parted at home
 Grandfather Vasily said until the end ohrenen:
 Finally, we will go crazy.

Arrived jumped off the horse,
He stumbled and fell back
He was brought to the captain
And suddenly it became clear that Voronin was glad

 And the visitor said: About what I saw
 I could talk for a whole year.
 The bottom line is that no one except us knew where the exit is
 And even we did not know where the entrance is.

For everyone who dances mermaid dances
There is one who walks on water.
Every man is like a tree
He is from here and nowhere else.

 And if a tree grows, then it grows up,
 And no one is free to change it.
 The moon and the sun do not war in heaven
 And now I can understand them.

Probably only birds in the sky
And the fish in the sea know who is right.
But we know that the main thing is not written in the newspapers,
And the telegraph is silent about the main thing.

 And maybe the city was called Mal Paso,
 Or maybe Matrenin Posad,
 But of those who got there,
 Nobody has come back yet

So there is no reason to cry
There is no reason for sad thoughts.
Now only the heart can save us
Because the mind has not saved us.

 And the heart needs heaven and roots,
 It cannot live in emptiness
 As one boy who happened to be at the same time said
 From now on, we will all be wrong.

Letters from Captain Voronin, 1993