Текст песни Беломорканал - Исповедь

Confession

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Wait for the escort, let me breathe free wind.
The bolt will clang with a savory cold blued metal.
So beautiful is the dawn, and my family will not cry for me.
My last berth is a familiar fence from a youngster.

An orphan and a guitar friend will cry for me.
They will carry me to the churchyard in the mac.
And there will be no wreaths, memorial services and long processions,
And they will burn my belongings in the prison stoker.

For nine days I will be gray and gloomy in my cell.
The invisible soul will look behind the bars.
And then it will fly away to heaven and for all eternity.
The only thing that pleases me is that I can't sit behind tails.

Forty days will fly by, someone will take a guitar with sadness,
And the cold strings will finish what I have not finished.
And my girl, hugging another, will cry.
I am pure before God - take aim at my heart.