Lyrics моя дорогая - Тряпка
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(сл., муз. О.Санина)
Скомканы руки,
Стальная сидишь.
Радость в разлуке!
Зачем ты молчишь,
И даже, любви своей вопреки,
Мне не подашь руки?
Тебе, ведь, нужны разговоры, свечи,
И тихое счастье в домашних тапках,
Ты рада, когда тебе выжмут на плечи
Небо, как половую тряпку,
А я об нее вытираю ноги,
И дальше - а по моей дороге,
Я знаю, ты скоро устанешь идти,
Нам не по пути, прости!
Но вышло, в разлуке не так хорошо...
Подставили руки - а дождь не пошел...
Падать не страшно - даже легко.
Да я и забрался не так высоко...
Страшнее понять в суматохе дел,
Что не туда летел!
Я был выше неба и крепче кремня,
Карабкался дальше, стирая ноги,
И вдруг оказалось, что все это время
Я просто топчусь на твоем пороге!
Пускай даже будешь смешной и слабой,
Ты только открой! Ну окно хотя бы!
Ты видишь - мне некуда больше идти,
Мне надо войти! Пусти!
Но я не увидел в окошке лица.
Прикинулся тряпкой, и лег у крыльца...
(lyrics, music by O. Sanin)
Crumpled hands,
You're sitting steel.
The joy of separation!
Why are you silent,
And even, his love in spite of,
You will not give me your hand?
You, after all, need conversations, candles,
And quiet happiness in the house slippers,
You're happy when you're squeezed on your shoulders
The sky, like a rag,
And I'm wiping her feet on her,
And further - and on my way,
I know that you will soon tire of going,
We are not on the road, sorry!
But it turned out that separation is not so good ...
They put their hands up - but the rain did not go ...
Fall is not terrible - even easy.
Yes, I did not climb so high ...
Terrible to understand in the turmoil of affairs,
What was not flying there!
I was above the sky and stronger than flint,
Clambered on, washing his feet,
And suddenly it turned out that all this time
I'm just tramping on your doorstep!
Even if you will be funny and weak,
You just open it! Well a window at least!
You see - I have nowhere else to go,
I must enter! Let go!
But I did not see the face in the window.
I pretended to be a rag and lay down by the porch ...
Crumpled hands,
You're sitting steel.
The joy of separation!
Why are you silent,
And even, his love in spite of,
You will not give me your hand?
You, after all, need conversations, candles,
And quiet happiness in the house slippers,
You're happy when you're squeezed on your shoulders
The sky, like a rag,
And I'm wiping her feet on her,
And further - and on my way,
I know that you will soon tire of going,
We are not on the road, sorry!
But it turned out that separation is not so good ...
They put their hands up - but the rain did not go ...
Fall is not terrible - even easy.
Yes, I did not climb so high ...
Terrible to understand in the turmoil of affairs,
What was not flying there!
I was above the sky and stronger than flint,
Clambered on, washing his feet,
And suddenly it turned out that all this time
I'm just tramping on your doorstep!
Even if you will be funny and weak,
You just open it! Well a window at least!
You see - I have nowhere else to go,
I must enter! Let go!
But I did not see the face in the window.
I pretended to be a rag and lay down by the porch ...