Текст песни Ва-БанкЪ и Гарик Сукачёв - За гагарой с чёрным пером

I ask you - where
You answer - do not torture
Can not it here
Tales can still brother

But some gray census Chukchi
I talked about it hiding his hands in bathrobe
He insisted on the great shaman with Varganov
Something wove about mushrooms and lost house

Somewhere between the Kremlin and the Kursk Station
For loon with a black pen

We then broke up in the pub for half a tin
He sagged a bit , warmed up the soul
Told me that even in Tibet , though under the tanks
And then suddenly burst into tears and began to call home
He seemed chilled , sick and tired .
We came outside to look for his home

Somewhere between the Kremlin and the Kursk Station
For loon with a black pen
Somewhere between the Kremlin and the Kursk Station
For loon with a black pen

This old Turkmen all chatted about loons
Without it, they said, is to get us from Moscow
And then we booze at the Kursk station
With us drank Vasya Conscience ex-con with Kolyma
And it so happened , forget about the main
I lost it , ran away for wine

Somewhere between the Kremlin and the Kursk Station
For loon with a black pen
Somewhere between the Kremlin and the Kursk Station
For loon with a black pen

I will ask him - where ,
He will answer - I do not know
I'd long since escaped me here all obrydlo
I'm looking for an old man all the time I am wound
Between the bustling station and dull Kremlin
This Chukchi knew everything and our drunken delirium
I almost found his lost home

Somewhere between the Kremlin and the Kursk Station
For loon with a black pen
Somewhere between the Kremlin and the Kursk Station
For loon with a black pen
With a black pen ...