Текст песни Дмитрий Воденников - Беседа. Дмитрий Кедрин

On the street dancing rain. It is quiet, dark
                                    and damp.
Let's sit down at our stove and talk peacefully.
Of course, with a child is difficult. Of course small
                                  apartment.
Of course, next summer you will hardly go
                                     to Crimea.
 
Even nausea and stains even in sight there,
Your belt, as before, is narrow, even in the mirror
                                     take a look!
But you are for the elusive, for the secret female
                                    omens
Frightened to guess what's inside you.
 
Not soon wake up he will cry you
                                        subtle
And the pink round mouth is stained with milk.
No, deep under the heart, in your gold
                                     in the dark
Not life, but only the beginning of life
                                     nodule.
 
And now you run in alarm straight to the homeopath.
He is bald, like a head of cheese, and his nose is in acne,
He has bulging eyes and a shovel beard,
He is a very learned uncle - and yet he is a fool!
 
How he smugly pretends victory to you!
Fifteen clear drops he in a flask
                                 your pour
"Five drops before dinner, five drops after
                                       lunch -
And all as a hand shoots! Dance again
                                   foxtrot!"
 
So, it means the son will not see the flag over
                                Council curls?
As in the school on the First of May, the guys are dancing
                                   crowd?
Listen, what do you say if he will
                                     Mozart,
This not living boy, etched by you?
 
Listen, and if at night he suddenly told you
                                  dream
Dream and cry so that all you swallow
                                         you,
What a pity tinted wave in fright
                                    eyelashes
And the hair will develop, diligently curled,
 
What bitter tears will gush and clean away
                                     paint
Good, durable paint from your dark
                                  eyelashes? ..
Remember, we read like in the old
                          english fairy tale
The souls of dead birds came to the hunter.
 
And suddenly, despite the drops of wise homeopaths,
Uninvited new life will not break the thread!
How do you kiss him? Will you forget that
                                  sometime
That same hand tried to kill him?
 
Curly hair, as before, the fog is golden
                                    swirls,
A peephole looks sly and blue.
Let not judge for it, but the one who killed -
                                      killer.
I will tell you the truth: at night I’m scared together
                                     with you!