Leaned forward to the ground so stiff
The violin in one hand, wine – in the other
Looking down, without shirt
Singing in imploring voice
The song is over. I come up.
He didn’t want to talk, but I pushed to start
In the opposite eyes there was sadness
In my – shame.
No, it isn’t so,
Noone can be so free.
No, it isn’t so.
“Then listen”, he said, “This song I will sing for You”
I got closer
Almost as father to feel pity
The wine was stronger than mind
But his mind wasn’t to disappear
Only once he wants to hear a shot
And in heavy boots to rise in the sky so free
To crawl to someone and say:
“Thanks. I’ve survived”.
1 | Ветер |
2 | Гори, гори ясно |
3 | Выходные |
4 | Ты не один |
5 | Пропуск |
6 | Рамочка |
7 | Ты не один |
8 | спой мне |
9 | Эпоха |
10 | Maybe |