Текст песни А. Новиков - Цветочный бульвар

FLOWER BULLWAR

The deck of the boulevard began to sway -
So the sun shparit.
From all around the seated pairs
Let me sit down to this pair.
Head to the newspaper wrapped
For five minutes.
I'm bored, I sigh and I'll wait,
When they leave.
And there is. Get up. Over me
They shot a glance.
Well, where are you going? I did not drive you away,
Though you sit next to the stars! ..
No ... Come on. Of course, to the bench is empty.
Ah, the couple is so sweet.
I only: "Uncle, you're simple ..." -
And all business.
On a clear day, neon blue
On the flower shop
The sign is all the same,
And the tram in the heat of the bell
Disposes urgently, urgently
Variegated stops of the Eurasian.
With a crash from memory, a collapse:
Well, exactly, for sure!
Here, I, have killed me, have been,
Here's the store, tell me, flower!
I have not been alone. And hair - to the shoulders.
And who is she?
Something starts to sun bake
Hopper wine ...
The name will exhale like a kiss.
Ah, there were torments!
Here is the voice: "Do you hear, better do not spoil,
Take your hands away! .. "
I pick up two at once,
I hiss with a snake:
"Do you want me to have no hands on my head?" -
And with her rust.
At the corner in the glass cabin
Phone again without a tube -
Call for it!
And in the big pupil window
Sweet Sting of Scorpio
The stellar Zodiac stings the girl.
I glance at the clock. Again they stand.
Ah, there, on the tower ...
They also remembered the surroundings,
Like me, for yesterday's day?
As in the morning by morning,
Noses are up,
Three chords - turn on end -
"Ken Bai Miy Lavas! .."
In my head I sat - at least with a stake
Teshi - do not knock out!
From the guitar, the ribs of stairs are stilted,
Windows scream: - It will not work!
In the back with sharp pins of laughter
Girlfriends are evil.
And I'm throwing snowballs on them -
Elbow arms.
The door is hanging on the door
Mows the blind by a well -
Keeps the kiosk.
From the flower department
Through the sky pulls the body
In seven colors a large suspension bridge.
All. Time to go. Cases, affairs ...
Ah, the memory is a witch.
There, they kiss. The girl is so sweet
And the guy is not the last.
So they sit - much closer -
As we are, exactly.
Well, closer ... I see, I see ...
My own daughter!
Well, now it's definitely time for me,
Yes sideways, sideways.
This case, apparently, here in the morning -
Both have pulled out from lessons.
Do not know, did not see though b!
(they do not care!)
Come, try, say:
- Dad, go for a walk! ..
In the midnight bed of the sky
Milky Way - flower boulevard
With the smell of phial.
The version is incredible:
Two decades ago
I took it and walked along the boulevard.

1985