Lyrics Записки Неизвестного - Белая Птица
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Я виноват во всём,
Тяжёлый крест на спину.
Из терней к звёздам путь
Сей вряд ли превозмочь.
Мне вылечить огнём
Греховную личину,
Сломать и победить,
Прошу тебя помочь.
Ни в чём не виноват,
Я был тогда ребёнком,
Но мир уже успел процвесть и обнищать.
Читая о былом
По старым фотоплёнкам,
Стараюсь овладеть наукою - прощать.
Ведь, не успев простить, я не успел проститься -
И слышу, как зовёт: "Я белая птица!"
Как зверь голодный
Я блуждал в лесу сомнений,
Но вышел, по звезде определив восток;
В надежде разрешить
Клубок хитросплетений,
Из пенной чаши знаний сделал я глоток.
Готовые летать
С бумажными крылами
Расписанные мною под крышею гнезда.
Сегодня говорят чужими голосами
Неправду, но змеёю лукавые слова
Земную жизнь прошёл
Уже наполовину.
В способности спастись отчаяться успел.
Рукою, не молитвой
Камень отодвину,
И да простят меня все те, кому я спел.
Всё громче и больней в груди моей стучится
И продолжает звать: "Я белая птица!"
Из песен, как из брюк,
В надежде вырастая,
Всё реже я пою у мира на краю.
И сделать шаг в обрыв,
Не в силах неспроста я -
Тому причина есть: нет осени в раю!
Вторить я не стану прошлом на страницах
Вырву и отдам нищему костру.
Старым умерев, дабы разродиться
Плодом, знаменую новую главу.
I'm guilty of everything,
Heavy cross on the back.
From thorns to stars the way
This is unlikely to prevail.
To cure me with fire
A sinful mask,
Break and win,
I ask you to help.
Nothing is to blame,
I was then a child,
But the world has already prospered and become impoverished.
Reading about the past
According to the old film,
I try to master science - to forgive.
After all, before I had time to forgive, I did not have time to say good-bye -
And I hear him calling: "I'm a white bird!"
Like a hungry beast
I wandered in the forest of doubt,
But he left, following the star, having determined the east;
In the hope of resolving
A tangle of intricacies,
I took a sip from the frothy cup of knowledge.
Ready to fly
With paper wings
Painted by me under the roof of the nest.
Today they say in strange voices
It's not true, but I snicker words
Earth life passed
Already half.
In the ability to escape, I despaired.
A hand, not a prayer
I'll move the stone away,
And forgive me all those to whom I sang.
Loud and harder in my chest is knocking
And continues to call: "I'm a white bird!"
Of the songs, like trousers,
In the hope of growing up,
Less and less I sing at the world on the edge.
And take a step into the cliff,
I can not help myself -
That's the reason: there's no autumn in paradise!
I will not repeat the past on the pages
Tear and give the poor fire.
Old dying, in order to be born
Fruit, sign of a new chapter.
Heavy cross on the back.
From thorns to stars the way
This is unlikely to prevail.
To cure me with fire
A sinful mask,
Break and win,
I ask you to help.
Nothing is to blame,
I was then a child,
But the world has already prospered and become impoverished.
Reading about the past
According to the old film,
I try to master science - to forgive.
After all, before I had time to forgive, I did not have time to say good-bye -
And I hear him calling: "I'm a white bird!"
Like a hungry beast
I wandered in the forest of doubt,
But he left, following the star, having determined the east;
In the hope of resolving
A tangle of intricacies,
I took a sip from the frothy cup of knowledge.
Ready to fly
With paper wings
Painted by me under the roof of the nest.
Today they say in strange voices
It's not true, but I snicker words
Earth life passed
Already half.
In the ability to escape, I despaired.
A hand, not a prayer
I'll move the stone away,
And forgive me all those to whom I sang.
Loud and harder in my chest is knocking
And continues to call: "I'm a white bird!"
Of the songs, like trousers,
In the hope of growing up,
Less and less I sing at the world on the edge.
And take a step into the cliff,
I can not help myself -
That's the reason: there's no autumn in paradise!
I will not repeat the past on the pages
Tear and give the poor fire.
Old dying, in order to be born
Fruit, sign of a new chapter.