Текст песни Возвращение - Февраль

February

Music: S. Kannunnikov
Words: S. Kannunnikov


Prior to your deafness, seven versts of jelly.
And my personal weather forecaster has turned limp today,
I make my way to you like a thief in a conservation area.
And breathing softly, someone in a hurry from behind,
Maybe a shadow, maybe an enemy that is silent all the time.
I’m probably a fool that I put up with him next to me.

I gave up work in a dusty attic.
I left a note: “Go to hell.”
And my moody February freezes my fist
What grips the last dime in the glove
Warms the soul in your coat pocket
Map of the intercity.

I, temporarily hiding in the booming heat of the vestibules,
I look forward with alarm to the surprise of the open door.
And there is ice outside, the wind blows in the face,
Hail bites like a flock of ravens.

There is snow on the platform
Faceless kilometer
Number of several digits.
Go running
Hiding under a canopy
Schedule - the code of continuous cancellations.
An echo of change in the rumble of cargo tanks by.

Right along the trail, past two houses,
Here is a well with a crane.
I’ll look there, maybe the water glistens?
Maybe someone is hiding in it?
I do not know who he is, what he is.
I know that is fictitious.
Eh, it's good to stand
A candle to burn out
At midnight, swallow from a bucket
The reflection of the moon.
And in the morning to you,
Spit on everything
Putting a bribe of conscience
Jump up to the porch
Boldly knock
Although early to visit.
Only do not be afraid.
All is well,
Let your head not hurt.
After many years
My clerk in heaven
Will explain everything to you.
You open the door, and behind the door - snow ...