Текст песни Роман Ланкин - Карниз

"Cornice" (music D. Korshun, station N.Zonov)

You see, this is just the cornice,
It's just a galvanized edge,
For which - a real life,
For which - the promised paradise.

Only now, having stepped on the threshold
And in despair letting into the blue
Remaining arrows, arrows
It is not decided to break the string.

We take time, a lottery ticket,
And there is a unique speech
After the lapse of centuries or years
Foul-mandatory meetings.

We certainly do not fall asleep until morning,
Say something, say it!
We are still crowned by mope
Pinkish slap in the face.

Everything is more disturbing, having fallen asleep at the table,
Afraid to wake up dumb
And pulsating under the left wing
Gupaper shard of winter.

And so when the full moon
Hard and at the same time easy
We are shell-shocked in this war,
And to retirement is still far away.

Dear ones, you are lucky -
Each is himself and equal,
Losers of their Waterloo,
Lost their Eurydice.

The cleanest will bring down the fall
Our inappropriately prolonged blitz
And some missing soldier
Hail us with fire from the loopholes.

Border guards invisible features,
Partisans of the vast Motherland,
You are anxious to death,
And I do not let go of life ...

But trying not to break into a scream
All uncontrollable, call - do not call,
I put my hands in the spring,
Resolving the doubts of love.