Lyrics Владимир Леви - Бегун
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Странные мысли, странные речи
Город немыт, в темных окнах отмечен,
Сонный прохожий – торговец беспечный
У двери застыл в ожидании встречи.
Стрелки часов повисли в пространстве,
Мертвый бегун, сошедший с дистанции.
Странный рассвет – вспышка и свет,
Выбраться сил уж нет.
Жить между стен – не видеть огня,
Окна закрыть – не слышать дождя,
И в пустоте дыхание дня не ощущать…
Вечные мысли, вечные споры,
Тени домов и цепи заборов,
И неизменность окажется вздором
В непостоянстве и гуле раздоров,
Стенами сна и безмолвья охвачен
Вечный бегун, обреченный на зрячесть,
Ночью уткнулся в подушку и плачет,
Кажется днём всё будет иначе.
Жить между стен – не видеть огня,
Окна закрыть – не слышать дождя,
И в пустоте дыхание дня не ощущать…
Strange thoughts, strange speeches
The city is unwashed, marked in dark windows,
Sleepy passer-by is a careless merchant
At the door I froze, waiting for a meeting.
The hands of the clock hung in space
A dead runner out of the race.
Strange dawn - flash and light
There is no strength to get out.
To live between the walls is not to see the fire
Close the windows - don't hear the rain
And in emptiness you can't feel the breath of the day ...
Eternal thoughts, eternal arguments,
Shadows of houses and chains of fences
And immutability will be rubbish
In the impermanence and hum of strife,
With walls of sleep and silence covered
The eternal runner doomed to see
At night he buried himself in his pillow and cries
It seems that everything will be different during the day.
To live between the walls is not to see the fire
Close the windows - don't hear the rain
And in emptiness you can't feel the breath of the day ...
The city is unwashed, marked in dark windows,
Sleepy passer-by is a careless merchant
At the door I froze, waiting for a meeting.
The hands of the clock hung in space
A dead runner out of the race.
Strange dawn - flash and light
There is no strength to get out.
To live between the walls is not to see the fire
Close the windows - don't hear the rain
And in emptiness you can't feel the breath of the day ...
Eternal thoughts, eternal arguments,
Shadows of houses and chains of fences
And immutability will be rubbish
In the impermanence and hum of strife,
With walls of sleep and silence covered
The eternal runner doomed to see
At night he buried himself in his pillow and cries
It seems that everything will be different during the day.
To live between the walls is not to see the fire
Close the windows - don't hear the rain
And in emptiness you can't feel the breath of the day ...