Lyrics Олег Медведев - Герой
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Ну вот ты и стал героем,
ты весь - как сплошной прочерк,
Тебя позабыли всюду,
а ежели где вспомнят – булавками колют фото.
Но ты уже стал героем,
тебе не страшна порча,
тебя не берет вуду,
твой след теряют собаки, когда узнают, кто ты.
Полный привет уходящим в ночь, взмах полушалка
Прошлая жизнь - расписной сундук с ветхим тряпьем
Как в поговорке - таскать невмочь, выбросить жалко
Ветки колышутся за окном, скоро подъем…
Завтрак, зарядка, поёт труба в сумрачном гетто
Четок аллюр ворона коня по мостовой
Жизни лишь вон до того столба - дальше легенда
Только легенда да млечный путь над головой…
Вокруг все твердят, как спелись,
что если ты стал героем,
то должен быть строг и строен -
на каждую лажу мира клинок вынимать из ножен.
Но в этом-то вся и прелесть,
что если ты стал героем,
а ты уже стал героем, -
то никому на свете ты ничего не должен…
Ветер забрался во все углы, стёр отпечатки
С ручек дверных и с чужих голов - кто ты теперь?
Школьный задира, гроза урлы, рыцарь с Камчатки,
Некто смещающий ось земли шагом за дверь…
Счастья не будет, он черств и груб, хлеб инсургента -
Воду–огонь миновав, шагнуть в сизую мглу
Жизни лишь только до медных труб, дальше - легенда,
Луч на паркете, чужой портрет в красном углу…
Ты весь - как сплошной прочерк,
никем из живых не понят,
ты вовсе исчезнешь вскоре.
Учить дурака - не шутка, не каждый сумеет это
так сделай лицо попроще,
и люди тотчас вспомнят
хождение за три моря,
двенадцать прыжков за борт,
семнадцать мгновений лета…
Well, you have become a hero
you're all - like a solid dash,
You were forgotten everywhere
and if they remember where - they prick the photo with pins.
But you've already become a hero
you are not afraid of damage
voodoo doesn't take you
the dogs lose your trail when they find out who you are.
Full hello to those leaving into the night, swing a half-hanger
Past Life - Painted Chest with Shabby Rags
As the saying goes - you can't carry it, it's a pity to throw it away
Branches sway outside the window, soon the rise ...
Breakfast, exercise, the trumpet sings in the gloomy ghetto
Rosary gait of a crow's horse on the pavement
Life is just up to that pillar - beyond the legend
Only a legend and a milky way overhead ...
Everyone around is repeating how they sang,
what if you become a hero
then it should be strict and orderly -
for every I get on in the world, take the blade out of its scabbard.
But that's the whole beauty,
what if you become a hero
and you have already become a hero, -
then you owe nothing to anyone in the world ...
The wind got into all corners, erased the prints
From door handles and from other people's heads - who are you now?
School bully, urla thunderstorm, a knight from Kamchatka,
Someone shifting the axis of the earth step out the door ...
There will be no happiness, he is callous and rude, the bread of an insurgent -
Passing water-fire, step into the gray haze
Life is only up to copper pipes, then - a legend,
A beam on the floor, someone else's portrait in the red corner ...
You're all - like a solid dash,
nobody from the living is understood,
you will disappear altogether soon.
Teaching a fool is not a joke, not everyone can do it
so make your face simpler
and people will immediately remember
walking across three seas,
twelve jumps overboard,
seventeen moments of summer ...
you're all - like a solid dash,
You were forgotten everywhere
and if they remember where - they prick the photo with pins.
But you've already become a hero
you are not afraid of damage
voodoo doesn't take you
the dogs lose your trail when they find out who you are.
Full hello to those leaving into the night, swing a half-hanger
Past Life - Painted Chest with Shabby Rags
As the saying goes - you can't carry it, it's a pity to throw it away
Branches sway outside the window, soon the rise ...
Breakfast, exercise, the trumpet sings in the gloomy ghetto
Rosary gait of a crow's horse on the pavement
Life is just up to that pillar - beyond the legend
Only a legend and a milky way overhead ...
Everyone around is repeating how they sang,
what if you become a hero
then it should be strict and orderly -
for every I get on in the world, take the blade out of its scabbard.
But that's the whole beauty,
what if you become a hero
and you have already become a hero, -
then you owe nothing to anyone in the world ...
The wind got into all corners, erased the prints
From door handles and from other people's heads - who are you now?
School bully, urla thunderstorm, a knight from Kamchatka,
Someone shifting the axis of the earth step out the door ...
There will be no happiness, he is callous and rude, the bread of an insurgent -
Passing water-fire, step into the gray haze
Life is only up to copper pipes, then - a legend,
A beam on the floor, someone else's portrait in the red corner ...
You're all - like a solid dash,
nobody from the living is understood,
you will disappear altogether soon.
Teaching a fool is not a joke, not everyone can do it
so make your face simpler
and people will immediately remember
walking across three seas,
twelve jumps overboard,
seventeen moments of summer ...