Текст песни Константин Арбенин - Ветер Купчино

I exchanged joy, as if memorized,
Nothing to postpone,
As long as the wind blows Kupchino to the holes,
Did not catch me at the exit of the subway.

Flew, picked up and suddenly somehow absently
Hugged, loosening tight circles,
And my sorrows otbutbilil to the north,
Where the land is hopeless and naked.

And the wind said to me, dumbfounded:
"Listen, I think we are on the way."
I do not ask for escorts
But you won't be able to find a better friend. & Quot;

& quot; See how I manipulate clouds
Shuffling tokens of palaces and beer. "& Quot; -
So he sang and quietly swirled me
Python rings purge.

I recognized this wind, he was familiar to me -
Blue sweat and nick on the southern incisor.
He has long wanted to be my guide -
Break my chains, mark my goal.

"I know everything to the last fraction, -
He spoke with a blade under his coat. -
I know that someone is rushing you,
And I can even guess who.

I can see two wings at the bottom of your bag.
But listen, it's time to swim without flippers!
Leave these children's prejudices, -
Wings after all, in essence, the same ballast! & Quot;

He pushed me in the back, flattened my head,
He put a sad rose in the buttonhole of the winds,
Sharply raised under the dome and smoothly carried
Suspended tunnels anti-subway.

So he carried me, carried me and got drunk on importance,
Inflating furs, handing out debts,
And at the bottom they were surprised: how could I take it?
Headwind to passing guides!

The stars deftly rang their horseshoes,
Kuporosili space, spawned,
But the more reliable the wind wrapped me,
The more senseless the sky fell out of the hands.

Heart ached on the notes, while sunset
Patiently flowed from the skyscraper shoulders.
And it seemed that, if flying at random,
The trajectory of life is rounded off in a tornado.

Taught me to take off the wind when you want,
I taught to go down when I get bored,
Promise kindness, work out creativity,
Not sparing, to break from their homes.

But at the very gate, where the heavens rim
He burns with the living points of dead loops,
I told him: "Stop." And in the legs there is truth.
Let me down, mynah! I can't live without people. & Quot;

He disappeared just as windily as he did -
Not offended, just flashed - and left.
My elemental companion, semi-god guide,
By letting go of itself ...

Here is such an ikar, so that's a coachman
I came back - with a knockout in full heat ..
And wandering aimlessly through the bald spots of Kupchino,
Commemorated by the wind, quietly hiccups.

Mother winter spilled out of mourning ashtrays
Gray snow on the homunculi of sleeping communes,
And in the tram ring myopic myopic
Two wings, no longer needed by anyone.