Текст песни Борис Гребенщиков - Ветка

Nothing of what was said is not
It was essential.
We are on the other side.
The burned house in the Schinkarev landscape.
It doesn't matter where, it is important - anyway by.
There was no sadness, and it's not she,
Borrowing from both sides of the spindle.
I almost rapidly pronounce names.
Reality is still unattainable.

I opened all the doors homemade key.
I took, not asking - what and how much.
People can not agree with each other
Practically nothing.
In the end, this is their business.
I needed everything, and otherwise there is no.
Exemplary beggar, at the gallery lafayets;
But I looked at this twig forty five years old,
In the end she
took and soared.

As if we were conceived during the war,
We were baptized by the names of the guilt.
And when words were canceled,
We have become invulnerable.
As if something moved, in the Milky Way,
Removed from the shoulders I wear, let go in the chest.
As if we finally left behind.
This endless winter ...