Lyrics Ольга Кормухина - Корабль
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На море третий день ненастье.
На корабле порвало снасти.
Нет ни огней, и ни людей,
Лишь граммофон хрипит у борта,
Хрипит надрезанной аортой,
Что боль его напрасна,
А жизнь прекрасна.
Порывом бурного течения.
Корабль несло на край мышления.
И он взлетел на гребне скал.
И грянул голос граммофона.
Наперекор ревущим волнам,
Что смерть над ним не властна.
А жизнь прекрасна.
Ушла стихия вдаль победно.
Похоронив корабль бесследно.
От пенья волн плыл граммофон.
Но он молчал - иссякла сила.
Что жизни голос в нем будила.
И берегла всечасно.
А жизнь прекрасна.
На корабле порвало снасти.
Нет ни огней, и ни людей,
Лишь граммофон хрипит у борта,
Хрипит надрезанной аортой,
Что боль его напрасна,
А жизнь прекрасна.
Порывом бурного течения.
Корабль несло на край мышления.
И он взлетел на гребне скал.
И грянул голос граммофона.
Наперекор ревущим волнам,
Что смерть над ним не властна.
А жизнь прекрасна.
Ушла стихия вдаль победно.
Похоронив корабль бесследно.
От пенья волн плыл граммофон.
Но он молчал - иссякла сила.
Что жизни голос в нем будила.
И берегла всечасно.
А жизнь прекрасна.
At sea, the third day of bad weather.
The ship torn gear.
There are no lights and no people
Only the gramophone wheezes on board
Wheezing incised aorta
That his pain is in vain
And life is beautiful.
Gust of rapid current.
The ship carried to the edge of thinking.
And he took off on the crest of the rocks.
And the voice of the gramophone boomed.
Against the roaring waves
That death has no power over him.
And life is beautiful.
The element went into the distance victoriously.
Having buried the ship without a trace.
A gramophone floated from the singing of the waves.
But he was silent - his strength was exhausted.
What a voice in him woke life.
And she cherished hourly.
And life is beautiful.
The ship torn gear.
There are no lights and no people
Only the gramophone wheezes on board
Wheezing incised aorta
That his pain is in vain
And life is beautiful.
Gust of rapid current.
The ship carried to the edge of thinking.
And he took off on the crest of the rocks.
And the voice of the gramophone boomed.
Against the roaring waves
That death has no power over him.
And life is beautiful.
The element went into the distance victoriously.
Having buried the ship without a trace.
A gramophone floated from the singing of the waves.
But he was silent - his strength was exhausted.
What a voice in him woke life.
And she cherished hourly.
And life is beautiful.