Текст песни Владимир Ланцберг - Песенка о безвременье

Would someone help my trouble, Dm7 Dm6
Who would really answer me, E7 Gm A7
Which is in the yard today, Dm7 Dm6
What a wind it is today. Gm7 c7
    The Desert Roof of My House - Cm D7
    Neither a weather vane, nor a flag. G7 C7
    And under the roof, too, nothing - F7 B7
    Only clean paper. Eb7 A + A9-

And the feathers stumble in delirium
In a child of pitch dregs.
Habit of idiotic work:
Rhyme, friend, rhyme!
    The era is exchanged for comfort,
    Gone - did not catch up.
    Well, tired of idleness too -
    Go about fatigue!

Or, to hell, a skinny notebook
And a sheet that hastily torn?
Sometimes it’s time to collect stones
Why - there will be seen!
     And just that long journey
     No sleep, no grace.
     Everything will be out of work someday.
     Suffer, friend, suffer!