Текст песни Елена Фролова - Степная дудка

Album & quot; Zerkalo & quot; (2002)
Music: Frolov E.
Lyrics: A. Tarkovsky
WHERE blizzard-lived FOUGHT
From the series & quot; Steppe pipe & quot;
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Where the blizzard into Latin
Translated Ovid,
I saw steppe Blue
And the soup is cooked mussels.
And I fire disaster
Dudu blown through,
And because the frets
Sing as Mariula,
And because the family
We do not have black sheep
And my good
Danube freedom.
Where it is warmed in the cold
Cake on a palm,
There's Southern Star
It should be on the horizon.
* * *
They lived, fought, starved,
Dying apart, one by one.
I'm not a painter, I Details
To what, I'd rather take the salt.
From all over the consumer goods
Just tune to me and offered:
I took a little from the ground to the sky,
Most took the sky to the ground.
I shook out of hats luminaries
I released the bird from the sleeve.
About the land long forgotten.
Though my rifmovnikom alive.
1962-1964