Текст песни Григорий ''Сирин'' Войнер - Ржавая вода

Red firebird saluting with a barking Mauser
Time burned the pages, barely touching their glowing pen,
But years will turn out pockets, days are like seeds
Fell at random and apart,
And fog over the city is a bad time
Baked with a crust.

Black dates - well, even mold on the roof hot!
Oh, they poured with ears - rusty, bloody, salty.
Years of fun rattling empty flasks
They turn the pouch up
Damp days smoke short puffs
In the newspaper rolls.

Under the waterfall they saved themselves as best they could, cut down a tree.
The raft was what was needed - but just did not keep it on the water.
Yes, only the rings of the year curl
In the whirlpools of empty space
Only rusty water spills
In portraits of the great rains.

But the prickly branches will turn into sharp slingshots,
Yes, the mighty roots are entwined with formidable puzzles.
In the meantime, water-water-water, drop by drop
Pounding a shot in my glass.
Would fly away to a white heron -
The wing is burnt.

But this city with bleeding gills
It’s necessary to cross
And time catches us in the water with lips greedy
Time teaches us to drink.