Текст песни Борис Вайханский - Проводы

Are you leaving ?! Leave -
                For customs and clouds ...

                        (Alexander Galich)

 

And the night has passed.

To the edge of the table

          Dawn fell. But he

He did not carry heat.

Snowstorm chalk.

          Neon burned.

 

And everything is no longer worth it, right, not a centima:

Neither this snow, nor the laughter of my friends of yesterday ...

A piece of sky in the color of gray satin,

Coffee cooled in a cracked cup ...

You will say: "A familiar picture:

Seeing off. The month of February. "

 

Through that February -

At the Place Pigalle

          through the airport

Under the wind howl

Last one

          without taking a chord.
And gathered together for a long time belongings,

And just did not fit in old suitcases

A piece of sky in the color of gray satin,

Coughing cold kitchen faucets ...

You will say: "A familiar picture:

Seeing off. The month of February. "

 

 

Well then - it's time!

There by the yard

          the horn taxi hoots.

Lined up.

And God sees

          all life is like a dream.

 

And the blizzard sweeps all over uncontrollably and blindly.

Her flight cannot be delayed, and speech is inappropriate.

And just a piece of that swollen sky

Waiting for this ship, waiting for this meeting.

You say (and your shoulders chill):

"Seeing off. The month of February."

1991