Текст песни Игорь АЗОРОВ сл.Александр pointalex Александров - Пылинкой малой средь больших песков...

Small speck among large sand
Fallen blade of grass, mowed meadows,
Stamens shed their gardens
I penetrate into the hearts of cities.
And leaves the memory of himself
Their reckless gloomy Fate
Woven into the fabric faceless bustle
Brilliant flashes of lurex dreams.
Speck raises dust column.
Blade swirl in blue sky
It causes a sharp saber blow
Confusion in the enemy ranks.
I - just a speck of dust in the starry world of dreams.
I - just a tear in a sea of ​​tears.
I - the smallness of the smallness of all.
I - what causes only laughter.
I - small, but the whole world in my soul to keep,
I ask that you do not touch me!
After all, if you become a victim of your I,
You little retribution will not save mine.
Yes, I so all life executioner
The entire balance without paying for itself.
For every step I cry for myself.
Yet to understand - what I do! ..
I - a past that lives in me.
I - this is the memory of the Great War.
The war unleashed without plans, maps and charts.
War as a clash between the two systems.
War, which in the past ... there is no end.
War, which has two faces ... two faces.
I - this is only to be,
But I what is behind.
I - that's what did not.
I - a collision of worlds in one another trail.
I - the zone bounded by me.
You are not awake to meet me.
But I did, and in small and in large
I can afford to appear naked,
Not ashamed of his vicious.
Sin as dignity, pride.
Dirt - it's the same collectivity & quot; I & quot ;.
It - embodied the essence of mine.
Mud - a dust, washed in water.
Mud - a true story, the baptism of trouble ...

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