Вероника Долина - 09-Konakovo
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I remember once we went to Konakovo
It was strange how we drove, stupidly
It's not that I was an extra burden
But it wasn’t the same with the guitar as it was with the belly
I remember the blizzard threw flakes at us
And the audience clapped for us, waited for us
We sang desperately, like tourists
Guitarists, teapots, comedians
This form is not for generalization.
More adventure than food
In the names and patronymics of rural clubs
In small communities of book lovers
Konakovsky blizzards, boogie-woogie
Moscow eccentrics are my friends
I've never loved anyone so much
I didn’t forget the most important thing
I remember once we went to Konakovo
It was a nice ride, stupid
I weakly blow on my cold fingers
Lord, forgive me, young