Александр Ф. Скляр - За гагарой с черным пером
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I will ask you - where
You will answer - do not flock
Maybe it is not here
Can fairy tales all brother
But some sad chuckch
I talked about her hiding hands in a bathrobe
He told about Great Shaman with Vargan
Something film about mushrooms and lost home
Somewhere between the Kremlin and the Kursk railway station
For Gagara with a black pen
We then dispersed in the beer on the floor bank
He is a little crown
Said that with me at least in Tibet, even under the tanks
And then suddenly he cried and began to call home
He seemed to be chopped, sick and tired.
We went outside to look for his house
Somewhere between the Kremlin and the Kursk railway station
For Gagara with a black pen
Somewhere between the Kremlin and the Kursk railway station
For Gagara with a black pen
This old Turkmen all chatted about Gagare
Without it, they say not to get out of Moscow
And then we drowned at the Kursk station
Vasya-conscience was drinking former ZEK from Kolyma
And so it happened, I forgot about the main thing
I lost it, running out of wine
Somewhere between the Kremlin and the Kursk railway station
For Gagara with a black pen
Somewhere between the Kremlin and the Kursk railway station
For Gagara with a black pen
I will ask him - where,
He will answer - I do not know
I have long ran away, I was breaking here everything
I'm looking for the old man I am all the time
Between the noisy railway station and boring Kremlin
This chukchi knew everything in the delusions of our drunk
I almost found my lost home
Somewhere between the Kremlin and the Kursk railway station
For Gagara with a black pen
Somewhere between the Kremlin and the Kursk railway station
For Gagara with a black pen
With black feather ...