Текст песни Геннадий Викторович Жуков - Письма из города. О смысле.

What to smell the flowers - flowers are killed?
What precious leaves burn in the fire?
In standard flats which should be a dream?
And what kind of love dwells in standard houses?

Why grapes, as a lover, crawling to the balcony,
A woman window wet linen veil?
Why should we put in the ground glass and concrete?
And where do we live, if we do not live on the earth?

Why did you drove trees in a botanical garden
And the thick iron bars hedged trees?
What do you cry when someone abandoned dog
Runs and looks after you as if to blame?

And what a cat? Well, what do you conceited totem
What goes and sleeps, and slightly warms fate?
Why the cat? Well, it is not available - & quot; what & quot ;.
But you-why did the servant of the ruler?

And how much you need to save money to pave the coffin?
And how many cents will go bottomless soul?
And how much you need to feed the body to straighten his forehead
And do the same tight and big as the belly?

And, indeed, why? And to whom I will tell of my joy,
If we know - what are we doomed?
Why do you only have a daughter - the continuation of his wife?
A son ... Where is your son? To tell you - why?

Why do you smoke all night - as much in the dark apartment -
And herbs embarrassed soul raw tobacco?
And if you light a draft - opens a window
Well you are not breathing his inspired poetry?

What for? - I say, as time goes on and on ...
Window open - goes into the blue mist ...
I know where - well, of course! - Up and down.
And I know the answer - why: because I live.

... So we choose the point of absurdity, and will sing,
And let us be proud of eternity before it by
What is the meaning of the chosen nonsense - but why? -
And yet lived without knowing - it live.