Текст песни Борис Рыжий - В кварталах дальних и печальных

Boris Ryzhyi
In blocks distant and sad,
that on the morning of sulfur and empty,
which look ridiculous and pathetic
lilacs and other flowers,
there are sixteen-house,
under the house poplar or maple
unnecessary costs and weary,
the empty sky is directed;
standing under a poplar bench
and forehead buried in his hand,
her asleep and sees the sea
Dima Riabokon writer.
He untied and drank vodka,
dick he went out of the house,
he wanted to see the sea,
but did not reach to the station.
He wanted to go to the sea,
it - suffering limit.
Promaterilsya, bellowed
and snoring on the bench.
But the sea is blue and blue,
it itself came to him,
and morning and native,
smiled lightly.
And Dima smiled.
And though real estate lay,
thin, bald and toothless,
He ran down to the sea.
Runs and sees a man
on the gold on the shore.
And this I did to the sea
also can not be reached -
asleep, rocking on the swing,
around some bushes.
In blocks distant and sad,
that on the morning of sulfur and empty.

 
1999