Текст песни Pushking 1999 VOL II - 03 - Wiseman

Music by Koha; lyrics by L.Minkovich / Koha / M.Applegate

Эта песня была посвящена Валентину Шепелеву, Анатолию Басалаеву и Колише – ребятам, которых уже нет в живых. Просто это были нормальные и хорошие люди.

Over sleepy brooks beyond
The city walls and outer woods
They’re gathering
The forest damp and parson sings
And evening dirge to lay him done
Before the town

The withered wreath of baby’s breath
s laid upon this broken earth
A woman nods the crowd responds
A parchment cloth falls to the ground

Wise man
Came to town
Healing words
For the crowd
You’re a wise man
Mesmerized man
We’re in magic hands

Mourning through a flute
The miller plays a tune
It lingers on that silky song
In the town the sleepy tramps
Have made their final toast
With soiled hands they raise a glass

The withered wreath of baby’s breath
Is laid upon this broken earth
A woman nods the crowd responds
A parchment cloth falls to the ground