Текст песни Владимир Ланцберг - Песенка про наказание

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Blow out "the day after" in "yesterday"
Blizzard mine, blizzard ...
With a guilty schoolboy muzzle
I come back in a corner ...
How mud dredged from the bottom,
Angle your scolding!
Truth - one of its walls,
Fiction - another.

Crack, barely noticeable,
Somewhere a little higher.
All I reach - circles head,
Yes, long I did not come out.
Otodvinus - what now lose!
Suppose someone wants to look,
How wonderful winter grass strand
Ruffled sea breeze ...

The petals have a warm temple -
Gentle swarms.
Whim born of spring -
Continued waking.
The narrow chink in the wall,
Grow - does not shine.
Who will tell me everything,
One in the world?

You are my Rock, named return,
We should hang me:
Though of "the day after" - to "yesterday"
Though of "afterlife".
I am going a few steps,
Reluctantly and tight,
But again, there are not just running,
I come back to the corner.

1976