Lyrics Максим Ксенофонтов - У каждого в жизни
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У каждого в жизни свои маяки,
Свои путеводные звёзды.
Но тем, кто однажды уплыл за буйки,
Назад возвращаться не просто.
Твой город потух, словно спичка в ночи.
Гримасы домов остывают.
Но знаю, ты ждёшь, и лечи не лечи,
А ждать очень больно бывает.
Надежда в дороге стирается в пыль
И тонет в грязи под ногами.
Но прежде чем сердце отправить в утиль,
Сожги эту боль между нами.
И, может, тогда я увижу твой свет
Сквозь тысячи тысяч созвездий.
Спустя миллионы космических лет
Мы всё же окажемся вместе.
И ранней весной, ясным мартовским днём,
С букетом ромашек и дыней
Меня принесёт к тебе с первым ручьём
На белой дрейфующей льдине.
© Владимир Ток
Everyone has their own lighthouses in life,
Its guiding stars.
But to those who once sailed away for buoys,
Back to return is not easy.
Your city has gone out like a match in the night.
The grimaces of the houses are getting cold.
But I know, you wait, and treat, don't treat,
And waiting is very painful.
Hope on the road erased to dust
And drowning in the dirt under your feet.
But before the heart is sent to the scrap,
Burn this pain between us.
And maybe then I will see your light.
Through thousands of thousands of constellations.
After millions of space years
We will still be together.
And in early spring, on a clear March day,
With a bouquet of daisies and melons
I will bring to you with the first stream
On a white drifting ice floe.
© Vladimir Tok
Its guiding stars.
But to those who once sailed away for buoys,
Back to return is not easy.
Your city has gone out like a match in the night.
The grimaces of the houses are getting cold.
But I know, you wait, and treat, don't treat,
And waiting is very painful.
Hope on the road erased to dust
And drowning in the dirt under your feet.
But before the heart is sent to the scrap,
Burn this pain between us.
And maybe then I will see your light.
Through thousands of thousands of constellations.
After millions of space years
We will still be together.
And in early spring, on a clear March day,
With a bouquet of daisies and melons
I will bring to you with the first stream
On a white drifting ice floe.
© Vladimir Tok