Текст песни Боярский Михаил - Песня О Вещах

Mikhail Boyarsky
Song of things (V. Dobrynin - Derbenyov L.)

We laugh at the Stone Age
We are looking with a smile at him
And then after all to be a man
We had things well, nothing at all
Ancestor lived on the nature of hope
With branches ate and drank from the lake
Had no savings account, no money
But never for anything not paid

And in Greenland cloudy and sunny Italy
Always carried a man all his possessions:
Mammoth scrap around the waist powerful
Under his arm a stone ax,
A spear in his hand.

He despised the galoshes and a hat
Though not weak wind blew
And he gathered an armful of firewood large
Mesozoic whiled away the night around the campfire
On the rocks and in the snow, he was able to sleep
Without pillows and without blankets.
And almost nothing had he
But nothing ever lost.