Даин Морийский - Дорожный блюз
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Sharply warmed mud from under the wheels,
And, even if it froze, craces will come on
And leaving behind a thousand miles behind
Drink some rubbish with someone else's musician
(on a fit with Santa)
And pouring the penultimate glass,
Tear on rags - rags of an empty city,
And through pink-black-green fog,
Know that summer is soon ...

And I did not notice that spring came ...
And I did not notice that spring came
On the highway Peter - Moscow - Nizhny - Tula

And the sun warms my back with a warm palm
Eh, in our latitudes there is so little sun
I'm on the third shelf in a reserved seat car
Scratch the number at the bottom of the well
I smoke in a quiet "crazy" Belomor "
You have everything, I only have blues
I'm waiting for you to teach me how to dance
Dance of white nights on the way home

You will not sell for cheap girlish honor,
Although, if you want, of course you sell
And so far it is easier for me alone than together,
I will be a "stranger" rather than "ours"
And in some centuries between spring
And in the summer, when all receptors are lying
Shout to the bottomless sky "Wait!"
I'm here! I am there! I'm here!!!

(c) Dain 6.04. -11.04.2006