Арбенин и Сердолик - Дети-Блюз
текст песни

Blunt children

When my mother died, children,
Nylon turned into copper.
I began to understand something, children
But there was no one to sing.
Now he is responsible for you -
My orphaned blues.
And I sing it to you, children,
Because I'm afraid for you.

Corners will not come, children,
His flute was trampled in the mud.
Rats became more important than people, children,
And they no longer get in touch.
And yesterday we dragged the nets
The last ministry.
It is useless to write to Lancelota, children,
It is pointless to call the father.

So it was already in Vichy, children,
So it has already begun in Vichy -
Gray people with cigars, children,
Traffic lights are full of lies.
They are already sharpening knives, children,
They are already sharpening knives ...
Hold me for the living, children,
Mom, hold me!

It all started with turnstiles, children,
From fences, from bars, from fences.
Time stomped for a long time in place, children,
And then it flowed back.
The dragon is risen at dawn
Cashing yourself in beer.
His milk teeth fell, children,
But the time has come.

When you have to run, children
Run to the voice of the soul -
Behind the wild dog Indigo, children,
Past the swords scorched to dust.
If everyone takes a spikelet, children,
Again there will be a field of rye.
And we are already in the abyss, children,
We will not avoid ...

To live with this further, children,
You need to choose one of two -
Or to be an ugly swan, children,
Or become the lord of flies.
And while exists in the world
My orphaned blues
May he help you
Crusaders are twelve plus.

They are already here, children
And their matrices are a world.
They are damn successful, children,
And the devilishly good.
They are already sharpening knives, children,
They are already sharpening knives ...
Hold me for the living, children,
Mom hold me!

Konstantin Arbenin (c) 2014