Текст песни Юрий Визбор песня 5 - Он идет по кривому переулку

He walks along a crooked lane
He returns home from work.
Clouds like a ceiling
Chases the wind east
Dragging dust along a dirty pavement.

Here’s a big brick building,
Dancing in the windows of a city sunset.
There are two windows in the apartment
Cooked wife
One potato salad.

And when the stars go out in the sky
And it seems that there’s no way to live,
He smokes in the darkness of the night
Over the wet pavement
And thinking about something all night.

He walks along a crooked lane
He returns home from work.
Clouds like a ceiling
Chases the wind east
Dragging dust along a dirty pavement.

May 28, 1956 - 1958