Мёртвый Ты - Трактор
текст песни

When I climbed the tractor,
To leave somewhere, without returning back,
Past the glazed world
With a doomed force, press the lever,

So that the earth from under the caterpillar flew
And sick flowers trembled with fear,
To meet the fields like a car of me
And they looked, threatening and Sulia, and judging

Then, probably, this would be a song of a bon.
But a fun summer distracted from a path.
The base was staggered again
And, disobeying the call, the days were mixed up.

Those who have always met me went to meet me,
But they almost never knew about it -
Yes, they will understand.
Only here we are not talking about
You just have to imagine a snowy house,

And it will work: at midnight it will start gloomy sleepy,
Between the window of the window elbow, like a thief,
Farther. Where are you, boy?
After all, you will stumble, as before,
You will fall on the hill.

But he does not hear, it runs incomprehensible where,
As if his wires touched by a storm
And the connection is impaired is unreliable. So -
Not afraid, not afraid, like a great fool

And probably on a holiday
My tired chosen one
It will swim like a wanderer
After long ways
Late, and almost impossible;
And threatens something difficult;
But accept, heating -



And from timid sleep, a centuries -old sorrow
It will spill like the sea into a vast distance,
Spring will laugh and snow will cry,
And the wine will retreat, and the war will fall,
And probably - forever.