Текст песни ВАНТУЗ - В ПУТЬ

An appointment is scheduled for the evening. See you soon, see you soon
When the rains stop, I'll hang the bag on my shoulders
I'll get there in about four hours in a five-hour train
Rhyming with the words under the train knocking out of habit

I'm moving as if at the end of a temporary tunnel
It is considered in life for a year such a cool week
See you soon to see the strap is already pressing on the shoulders
For the first time on the flame of fire candles are flocking today
Playing on the road minus the road and I rhyme continue
What will end the third verse at the moment I do not know
Let this minus sounds against the background slightly monotonously
Words continue to fly and not to hobble down to earth
I'll leave two more minutes to go from here
What would all people know where such routes lead
Inside the temporary tunnel there are candles in Vinnitsa
And his leaving the pier to him I say before meeting

I train from Peter met at fifteen zero zero on a pyronome
In which came two from the five in the compartment car
While somewhere somewhere they are going to Vinnytsia to meet us two
In a five-hour train to meet three of them moved

The task of the second verse is to give you a bigger picture
Hugging each other at a meeting with difficulty fit in the car
We drove did not seem to be long, but at the hour the minutes turned
Where it is impossible to drive through the dirt stepped shod
Like a dream this starry sky under the sound of waters from a mountain river
Which at night is not visible and at arm's length
Our day was busy till evening with one water and firewood
We without stop talking while preparing ourselves
During the rest we enjoyed the divine view of nature
Where all were not poured into the concrete and the sky did not hide the factories
And with thoughts of endless I looked at these spaces
And in the evening, near the fire, they were talking slowly

We lived on the slope of the river for three days without comfort
Who will say that this is commune and someone that this cohort
Leaving my dogmas on the road, I did not even write a line
And only after arriving home I put the accents and points

My story about external details does not concern the essence at all
It is transparent as a thermometer, but it hides inside a drop of mercury
I draw a black square over the multicolored spaces
Depriving the pleasure of the mind to come up with a few patterns
Rich new colors are obtained but not opened
So long as the ways of people that for years have been forgotten
And let deep in the subconsciousness those images are called dreams
Maybe it's not a dream and it was like that with us
Let the mind find answers to our questions
And then the soul can open it and all secrets to it
On the slope of the river played their roles of different suits
But still managed to assemble in one piece

We became a parade of the planets, it will be repeated
And it means that a new meeting once in space will happen
There are mountain rivers coming down from high mountains
Water penetrates everywhere creating its worlds