Текст песни Юрий Визбор - Велосипед

A BIKE

It smells of pine moon.
In the silence of the forest
Roll on the track
I bike.

Slowly twist the chain -
I am going where I want.
The tires on the wheel
Shirkayut dew.

Whether far estuary,
Whether near the fog,
Whether church glitters,
Whether the fire is burning.

Who was there, near the fire?
Well this is my sister.
No, my wife.
No, it's just spring.

the boy sitting next to,
A thin face with himself
And a candidate for a husband.
Oh, yes it did I!

I look at myself.
Nope miracles - firmer.
Nope miracles, and all are
I do this, I - like.

Smoke from a fire rises.
The guy put his arms around her,
Fingers of a person,
That kiss.

I did not go to the fire,
I walked in the morning,
By fire in the blood,
Past his love.

1970