Текст песни Михаил Анчаров - Песня об Александре Грине

In the deep corners of the sea taverns
He met his dawn
Smuggler and poacher,
Tramp and poet.
He came to life as sailors.
He walked too eagerly
Tossing the days like coppers.
Like coppers - on the table.

He walked a lot of roads
Empty as heaven
And he lit the red flame
Slanting sails.
The Norwegian schooner went on for years
Burning like a dawn;
Before him flashed the city
And the river and the sea.

He heard the singing of star birds,
He saw snow and blood,
He too often fell down
To rise again!
He knew many tales, and he himself
He was able to compose them.
He believed girl eyes
And managed to love.

More than once, squeezing a cane in your hand
And hiding his eyes with a hat,
He came, a welcome guest,
Instant as a thunderstorm.
And, chilly wrapped in a coat,
Always sullen, alone,
He was special like no one
And called - Green.

Entered, it happened, in the office,
Tobacco will move, rum -
And immediately enters the strange nonsense
In my uncomfortable home.
He could command flowers
Bloom in the snows of winter.
As if he lived somewhere there,
Where we have not been.

And I thought that never
Tramp and science fiction
Its harsh years
He will not give up death.
He said to me: "The Oldest,
I drowned in wine
But you will see that the country
Remember about me! & Quot;