Текст песни Da B.O.M.B. - Часы

The glass was holding well, attacking staunchly,
Although so thin,
That from the fourth blow against the concrete there was a soft ringing
On the floor of the smashed fragments.
My move - with quivering lips fluttering,
The iron tooth looked out of the crack.
Before that, everything was silent. One scarecrow only
The look of a wolf who left a wolf by a flock.
Therefore, no one climbed. It seems very long
The old man was getting ready to repay the debt
On the faces of obvious interest and preponderance
Not in favor of the old man by no means
Quite different.
I went crazy at sunset, the clock is golden,
It does not even look like the twentieth century, "said the kid,
Who climbed in time and took a broken cover
With engraving in the old style.
The old man did not lose time. It's neat
Fingers bent the end of the second hand.
The last circle on a glossy plate
The minute she was prevented from completing.
He was waiting for this. With swing to the wall:
Gears, wheels, springs
Mixed with dirt, flying away.
From the abhorrence of an unexpected picture
The monitors ran cold.
He did not notice us before, but then he was embarrassed.
It was obvious that he was embarrassed, even ashamed.
Bent down, raised a carved cane
And hobbled away. It's obvious from us.
The girl rushed forward and the dark yellow case
Disappeared under the fur of her fur coat.
Now I'm so lucky. Probably, it will go far.
There is an age of nimble bastards.
All further on the affairs. We are catching up with my grandfather
Find out the reason for this act.
Silence, evaluation of the eyes, and pours everything,
Anyone's ears were considered inaccessible. & Gt;
For those years, this kind of life in the Union was not allowed by everyone.
He milked on the maps of Sochi, Yalta, Anapa. In general, the region is beach.
In the winter, with the corrupt girls in Moscow, he was adorable.
He was not afraid of bandits, and even more so.
Few could talk to him on an equal footing.
Two terms rewound regularly
And the reputation of his deserved pride clearly.
But one day I lost, and in full.
On the forehead, the wrinkles of the old man formed waves,
I thought, I must have remembered something.
And for a few seconds he looked silently into the distance
One clock, a father's inheritance,
To replace such memory with crunches prevented the heart
He left and denied, there is no place from now on in his life for maps.
But you can not escape from fate.
The power ceased to be Soviet and it's in the 60's,
When it's too late to change anything.
Looking at the Kremlin stars, he tried to understand
How long and why so dramatically?
Him and the old sweet. I worked, I rested.
17 son, 10 daughter.
I managed to create from scratch what a sleepless night
More than once he dreamed alone. & Gt;
I copied decently, supported my son,
When there was a commercial vein in my baby's blood.
And he flew into open crime,
Yes, so that his project for an indefinite perspective began to shine.
Sold everything, collected the amount, the issue settled quietly.
I went through the case on the half-witted business, they did everything cleverly in the hospital.
A paper death died, cremation, an empty urn. & Gt;
And so he goes to the station to meet his lost child
And he thinks "But it was necessary to save him and help him out,
In fact before for such muck of any on a wall smeared "
And as for the clock, he's a dad before he dies
He left them and whispered the covenant
It's worth living as he is, and raising honest sons,
And the echo of his words carried a gust of wind.
His tired eyes looked at us at last,
But it seems somehow different.
With a heavy sigh, stopping his story,
He left, gray and tired.