В. Третьяков - Наваждение
текст песни

Spring - obsession again,
Again my soul was carried.
Show me condescension,
But do not lie that I was lucky.

After all, all the passages are lifted up,
And there are not even others at all ...
Just a boy from the Riga outskirts
I once did not arrange a plot

Just a boy from the Riga outskirts
I did not arrange a plot in life.

Thank God - wretched the soul ...
I hear myself how the years they rustle.
Strange, but not much matured by me -
Having become a man “over fifty”.

But I did not go into poets or prisoners,
You won’t believe it - I didn’t write poetry!
I wrote a continuation of music
The one that I wrote off from the sky ...

I wrote a continuation of music
The one that I wrote off from the sky.

I would seem to be here on the assignment
And they gave me the comforter a role ...
Well, here, where, say, this is knowledge,
And where is this pain in me?

I somehow remembered everything about the Lord,
And I even see through all the times
How are you living in a small town,
I hopelessly in love with me ...

You, living in a small town,
I hopelessly in love with me ...

Hopelessly...

04/27/2011