Борис Гребенщиков - Назад в Архангельск
текст песни

Once we had rivers and roads,
Now we are trading on the threshold.
We look at the smoke from the pipe
And the pigeon gets on its hind legs.

Carved wind. Kholodny wind.
It is too late to count the signs and intrigues.
Watch how these books burn.
Back to Arkhangelsk!

In churches or ***** Caliga transition
He drinks champagne in the hallway with a cook of Dunya.
Wherever you look, an image everywhere.
Either climb under the bed, or click on the brakes

Carved wind. Kholodny wind.
There is no need to compress figs in the pocket.
Watch how these books burn.
Back to Arkhangelsk!

Banana-mother with strong legs
Cuts the world map on arigami.
A good -natured husband froze in the shade
We go out of the devices to the great wilderness
Back to Arkhangelsk.

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Barricades are being built on the streets of Tyumen
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Wherever you go on you a cross

Carved wind. Fleeting wind.
It’s too late to consider strength and intrigue.
Watch how these books burn!
Back to Arkhangelsk!