Текст песни Александр Башлачев - Сядем рядом

Let's sit next to, sit closer
Let us press white patches to the bag full of holes
In a strict way - quieter, quieter
We will sort through all the strings

Perehudom, brute force
Yes, I can not figure out the conversations, where Russia, where sadness
We will be forgotten, but not soon
And when they forget, I'll be back again.

There will be time, I remind you
How everything was tailored, but I will block everything again.
Just trust me, just sing me,
Just sing me, honey, I will sing

Thread like hair. Live like a spike.
Grind the ear to the spirit and dust one chain blow
Yes, I know everything. Give me a voice
And I will take any blow, as your great gift

The one who cuts the way -
Not a blacksmith, not a carpenter, but all is one - a poet.
The one who loves, but not to the term -
The one who professes, but he himself does not know

And I'm in shock. Palm tight
All the poor are bothering, but where can they keep the grain in handfuls?
On the guitar, on the harmonica,
Bough on the log, on their bones

Evil and tenderness, but sins
Stretch me, stretch me like wild fur!
I am lost with guts,
And to me, to the devil, the giblets ...

But tomorrow is morning. All over again...
To braid on the sharp hoops nedorah-thread
To someone feel better
Yes, if I could, I would be able to explain everything on my fingers

Those who are flour - but not flour -
All signs fall asleep, falls asleep on the go
Tears with a bow. After all, file a hand
And stroke your reborn star in the sky.

The one that is close, the one that is higher,
Than on the bell tower ringing bell, but where he is - all dark.
A clear look - closer, closer ...
Look out the window - yes, here it is scattered, your grain.

Above the windows, above the roof
Well, what are you waiting for? Go bold, go again, more!
What high? Well, closer, closer.
Here's another warmth ... Do you feel like, how hot?