Lyrics Алексей Свиридов - Тихая гавань
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Под вечерними лучами
На покинутом причале
Мы плечом к плечу стояли,
Окруженные молчаньем
Завтра снова солнце встанет,
Возвратит надежду людям,
Мы мудрей и тверже станем,
Только прежними не будем.
Отогреть в ладонях птицу
Мы как прежде будем рады,
Но рука теперь ложится
На оружье так как надо.
Подкормить колбаской киску -
Ох, по кайфу нам с тобою,
Но наточенная писка
Как всегда готова к бою.
Мы коров с козлами лечим
От запоров и поносов,
Но людей неблагородных
Мочим без пустых вопросов.
Лишний раз размазать муху –
Лень тянуть запястье.
Спим с обрезом под подушкой,
Прям не жизнь – сплошное счастье!
Деревца сажают люди,
Окруженные надеждой,
Чтобы их сломал бульдозер,
Как уже бывало прежде.
Расцвела в саду капуста,
Петухи поют противно,
Но уже то само чувство
Ох, не будит так активно…
Песни новые сложили
Сыновья былых поэтов:
Стали членами союза,
Вот и кормятся на этом.
Возвращается надежда,
Солнце снова землю греет,
Мир уже не будет прежним –
Мы спокойней и добрее.
Under the evening rays
On the abandoned quay
We stood shoulder to shoulder,
Surrounded by silence
Tomorrow the sun will rise again,
Will return hope to people,
We will become wiser and firmer,
Only the former will not.
Warm the bird in the palms of your hands.
As before we will be happy,
But the hand now lies down
On the gun as necessary.
Feed the sausage pussy -
Oh, for the buzz we have with you,
But sharpened squeak
As always, ready for battle.
We cows with goats
From constipation and diarrhea,
But people of base
We wash without empty questions.
Once again smear the fly -
Too lazy to pull your wrist.
We sleep with the edge under the pillow,
It's not life - it's all happiness!
The tree is planted by people,
Surrounded by hope,
To break them bulldozer,
As it used to be before.
The cabbage bloomed in the garden,
Roosters sing disgustingly,
But already that feeling itself
Oh, does not wake up so actively ...
Songs are new folded
Sons of former poets:
Became members of the union,
That's fed on this.
The hope returns,
The sun again heats the earth,
The world will not be the same -
We are calmer and kinder.
On the abandoned quay
We stood shoulder to shoulder,
Surrounded by silence
Tomorrow the sun will rise again,
Will return hope to people,
We will become wiser and firmer,
Only the former will not.
Warm the bird in the palms of your hands.
As before we will be happy,
But the hand now lies down
On the gun as necessary.
Feed the sausage pussy -
Oh, for the buzz we have with you,
But sharpened squeak
As always, ready for battle.
We cows with goats
From constipation and diarrhea,
But people of base
We wash without empty questions.
Once again smear the fly -
Too lazy to pull your wrist.
We sleep with the edge under the pillow,
It's not life - it's all happiness!
The tree is planted by people,
Surrounded by hope,
To break them bulldozer,
As it used to be before.
The cabbage bloomed in the garden,
Roosters sing disgustingly,
But already that feeling itself
Oh, does not wake up so actively ...
Songs are new folded
Sons of former poets:
Became members of the union,
That's fed on this.
The hope returns,
The sun again heats the earth,
The world will not be the same -
We are calmer and kinder.