Текст песни Вячеслав Бутусов - Берег

Steamboats hurry to the shore,
Trains run to the shore
But all the locks and bolts are closed -
Water comes to the shore.

The shore is a slow bird
The shore is a captive ocean
The shore is a stone heart
The shore is someone's prison.

And when a wave rushes ashore
And freeze for a moment -
There will already be war on Earth
About which we learn from books.

The golden gate clanged
Someone's voice will say: "fly!"
The inscription on the toilet door:
"If you are on Earth, come in."

An asterisk glistens on the threshold -
Guess how old she is?
Take the empty road
Click the back of the gun.

Someone put a test on me.
To know only who this “who” is?
Malice is a sparrow word
piling up in coat pockets

And when the water recedes back
The shore will come out and open the hero.
The shore will come out and open the enemy.
There will still be two of them.

Whiskey with sugar and sauerkraut.
Ice, cold ice at the temples.
My head is cool and empty.
Tell me where you are and how.

I want to puke, but not the time.
Time to clean my boots.
The bone is like a white stirrup,
The colors of someone's baby foot

The shore will meet the hero.
The shore will meet the enemy.
There were always two of us

And now only me ...