Текст песни Михаил Щербаков - Вот поднимается ветер

Here - the wind rises and rushes to the west, trees bending down.
Lightning shines from the heights, and an unheard-of thunder shakes the prison.
This is not a success and, of course, there is no triumph at all,
This is just an initial chord, or just an introduction to it.

But - yet, almost crying,
The prisoner says: "Luck! .."
And, at the window of the lighthouse,
He gazes eagerly into the darkness ...

Slowly, slowly, with pain - but still slipping from the eyes of the veil.
Reluctantly, the voice of the firing is inferior to the high tone of the planets.
It's still no peace, it's still the same war,
And it is not known, on whose side is the advantage - on its own or not ...

But - suddenly, weakened from delirium,
Someone yells: "Victory!"
And, pushing away his neighbor,
Blindly runs to the light ...

And, finally, in the distance, there is an unclear beautiful mirage:
Fata-Morgana, the waves of ether, the princess of sea scales ...
Ah, this sweet fiction! You can not take yourself and you will not give it to others ...
Simply, the quirk of space, a ridiculous joke, who knows! ..

But - without a beacon, without a ford,
Hot whispering: & quot; Freedom! & Quot ;,
A certain part of the people
It stretches to those parts ...
And with them I am.