Lyrics Ва-Банкъ и Гарик Сукачёв - За гагарой с чёрным пером

I will ask you - where
You answer - do not torture
Maybe not her here
Maybe all brother tales

But some grizzled Chukchi
I talked about her hiding his hands in a bathrobe
He kept saying about the great shaman with the harps.
Something wove about mushrooms and a lost house

Somewhere between the Kremlin and Kursk Station
Behind a throat with black feather

We then broke up in a beer in half a jar
He is a little limp, warmed up the soul
He said that with me even in Tibet, even under the tanks
And then suddenly he started crying and called home.
He seemed chilled, sick and tired.
We went out to look for his house.

Somewhere between the Kremlin and Kursk Station
Behind a throat with black feather
Somewhere between the Kremlin and Kursk Station
Behind a throat with black feather

This old Turkmen was all about looning.
Without it, they say they do not get us out of Moscow
And then we booze at the Kursk station
Vasya-Conscience with a former convict from Kolyma drank with us
And so it happened, they forgot about the main thing.
I lost it by running for wine

Somewhere between the Kremlin and Kursk Station
Behind a throat with black feather
Somewhere between the Kremlin and Kursk Station
Behind a throat with black feather

I will ask him where
He will answer - I do not know
I'd run away for a long time, I was sick of everything here
I am looking for an old man
Between the noisy station and the boring Kremlin
This Chukchi knew everything and was delirious in our drunk
I almost found my lost home

Somewhere between the Kremlin and Kursk Station
Behind a throat with black feather
Somewhere between the Kremlin and Kursk Station
Behind a throat with black feather
With a black feather ...