Lyrics Влад Ясень - Тоска
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Я лежу среди некошеной травы,
Тихо радуюсь, что жив и молодой
Я добавлю к этим звукам крик совы,
Мне почудится на миг, что возвратился домой
Только дом мой далеко
И не скоро до него -
А никто не обещал,
Что будет легко
В сердце тоска, а на душе тревога -
Да когда ж она пройдёт
В сердце тоска...
Дома третью неделю льют дожди -
Ими жадно напивается земля
Да всё правильно, ты пей - меня не жди,
А в компанию возьми вечерний шум ковыля
Я вернусь, когда рассвет
Тронет листья тополей,
Если раньше не сольюсь
В едино с музыкой полей
Припев:
Снова тоска, да на сердце тревога -
Да когда ж она пройдёт
Снова тоска...
А я вижу своих, как встречаю с порога,
Но пока предо мной лишь чужая дорога
Мне б увидеть, как родню мою порадует заря,
Да поверить бы, что всё это со мною не зря
А получится вернуться - я жить буду не спеша,
Я и так все эти дни ходил по лезвию ножа
Мне бы шашку да коня,
Да на линию огня -
Это пел всегда мой прадед,
Это не про меня
В сердце тоска, а на душе тревога -
Да когда ж она пройдёт
В сердце тоска...
Снова тоска, да на сердце тревога -
Да когда ж она пройдёт
Снова тоска...
Я лежу среди некошеной травы,
Тихо радуюсь, что жив и молодой
Я добавлю к этим звукам крик совы,
Мне почудится на миг, что возвратился домой
I am lying among the grass
I am quietly happy that he is alive and young
I will add to these sounds a cry of owls,
I will think for a moment that I returned home
Only my house is far away
And not soon before him -
And no one promised
Which will be easy
In the heart is longing, and the soul is anxiety -
Yes, when she passes
In the heart of longing ...
At home, rains are poured for the third week -
The earth grew eagerly with them
Yes, everything is right, you drink - don't wait for me,
And take the evening noise of Kovil to the company
I'll be back when dawn
Touch the leaves of poplars
If I don't merge before
In one with the music of the fields
Chorus:
Again longing, but on the heart anxiety -
Yes, when she passes
Task again ...
And I see my own as I meet from the threshold,
But so far only a stranger road
I would see how my family will please the dawn
Yes, believe that all this is not in vain with me
And it will work to return - I will live slowly,
I still walked all these days on a knife blade
I would have a checker and a horse
Yes on a line of fire -
It has always sang my great -grandfather,
This is not about me
In the heart is longing, and the soul is anxiety -
Yes, when she passes
In the heart of longing ...
Again longing, but on the heart anxiety -
Yes, when she passes
Task again ...
I am lying among the grass
I am quietly happy that he is alive and young
I will add to these sounds a cry of owls,
I will think for a moment that I returned home
I am quietly happy that he is alive and young
I will add to these sounds a cry of owls,
I will think for a moment that I returned home
Only my house is far away
And not soon before him -
And no one promised
Which will be easy
In the heart is longing, and the soul is anxiety -
Yes, when she passes
In the heart of longing ...
At home, rains are poured for the third week -
The earth grew eagerly with them
Yes, everything is right, you drink - don't wait for me,
And take the evening noise of Kovil to the company
I'll be back when dawn
Touch the leaves of poplars
If I don't merge before
In one with the music of the fields
Chorus:
Again longing, but on the heart anxiety -
Yes, when she passes
Task again ...
And I see my own as I meet from the threshold,
But so far only a stranger road
I would see how my family will please the dawn
Yes, believe that all this is not in vain with me
And it will work to return - I will live slowly,
I still walked all these days on a knife blade
I would have a checker and a horse
Yes on a line of fire -
It has always sang my great -grandfather,
This is not about me
In the heart is longing, and the soul is anxiety -
Yes, when she passes
In the heart of longing ...
Again longing, but on the heart anxiety -
Yes, when she passes
Task again ...
I am lying among the grass
I am quietly happy that he is alive and young
I will add to these sounds a cry of owls,
I will think for a moment that I returned home