Александр Мирзаян - Песенка о постоянстве веселья
текст песни

Song of the janitor, or the constancy of fun and dirt
Poems by D. Harms

Water in the river murmurs coolly,
And the shadow from the mountains lies in the field,
And in the sky the light will go out, and birds
Already fly in dreams ...

A janitor with a black mustache
It stands under the gate all night
and scratches with dirty hands
Under a dirty hat, your nape.

And in the windows a cheerful cry is heard
And the clatter of the legs, and the ringing of bottles ...

The scream is cheerful - the clatter of the legs ...
Clating bottles - Topot of the legs ...
The scream is cheerful - the clatter of the legs ...
Clating bottles ...

A day passes, then - a week,
Then the years pass by -
And people with slim rows
They disappear in their graves ...

A janitor with a black mustache
years standing under the gate
and scratches with dirty hands
Under a dirty hat, your nape.

And in the windows a cheerful cry is heard
And the clatter of the legs, and the ringing of bottles ...

The scream is cheerful - the clatter of the legs ...
Clating bottles - Topot of the legs ...
The scream is cheerful - the clatter of the legs ...
Clating bottles ...

The moon and the sun turned pale,
The constellations changed the form,
The movement became viscous,
And time has become like sand ...

And in the windows a cheerful cry is heard
And the clatter of the legs, and the ringing of bottles,
And the clatter of the legs, and the ringing of bottles ...

A janitor with a black mustache
standing under the gate again
and scratches with dirty hands,
And it scratches with dirty hands ...