Текст песни Александр О'Карпов - Волнорез

Breakwater

Waves of white surf behind my back
The shore is dug, the stone is washed, in the painted
Turning needlework
And letting it go to the bottom, they rotate,
Below me, shaking slightly, a breakwater.
I sit like a statue, without breathing,
Waiting, languishing with longing,
Heat, from the sun, thirst, boredom,
Hands clenching tightly, from fright
Become a path to destiny.

Cavalier of his luck, touchy
Inaccessible, inhospitable and gloomy,
Lonely chanter
But free from strict duty
Fulfill her whim
I keep a bag of worries, and what
To do with it, I don't know:
Drown, burn, detonate
Or maybe just swing
And - from Ostankinskaya, Pisa,
Babylonian, Spasskaya, Eiffel - down!

Where is the woman who will come
And he will understand everything, and kiss,
Will give a gold piece, a quarter, a half, a hundred,
Two hundred thousand pounds sterling
Dollars, francs, tugriks, pesetas?
I'd be glad to say a word
But the words stuck in my throat
Kidneys, liver, stomach,
spleen, middle ear,
between the fingers, under the nails,
In the heart, heels, thyroid gland!

So year after year passes:
Crawl, breaststroke, dog-style, butterfly,
Run at a trot and gallop
In passing, touching
Forcing my balance to lose
Until then, in the surf
Disappear with the head
rocks of the steep coast,
to emerge, and again,
This is brighter than a rainbow, above me
Laugh heartily! ..