Д.Тухманов, А.Евдокимов - Памяти гитариста
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The cafe was called
Like a strange bird, -
"Flamengo".
It did not boast of lights
It was not noisy.
Smoked a cafe
And cold water
swallowed ...
There was a guitar in him.
A disheveled guy
He sat on a tiny scene.
He was unpleasant, like a forest
Unconvention, like chains.
But in the ringing of guitar
Serebryanno pipe were heard -
With such a triumph
He threw his fingers
On the strings!
He closed his eyes
And swayed half -fried ...
There was a night road in the guitar,
That battle
then evil cheerfulness
And then
Lullaby.
The guitar darted
It was heard that impatience
then the rustle of the waves
That eagle
Angry scream
Zubov chill
And trembling shoulders
exposed.
Thoughtful light
And the beginning
heavy rhythm ...
Guitar
Laughing!
A guitar is with me
She said.
Four orchestras she would
I was able to argue ...
The cafe was called
Like someone's old story -
"Flamengo".
All the same
The cafe was smoking
And in space it was in ...
And the guy
He graduated from playing
And stroked the guitar.
Already unfamiliar
Already from everything
detached, -
from table to table
timid with a gait
He went.
He was walking,
How they go on glass, -
Caution and vaguely.
And the money called.
And he smiled at something.
And bypassing everyone,
He stuck to the smoked wall ...
I remember,
I remember all the time
That guitarist!
I feel my own skin
How slowly, slow
in a cafe completely smoked
Under the name "flamengo"
On a small stage
I am wandering myself in pain.
Guitar
Laughing!
A guitar is with me
She said.
Four orchestras she would
I was able to argue ...
The cafe was called
Like someone's old story -
"Flamengo".