Текст песни Мария Бунтарская - Парк - Евгений Евтушенко

People talked today.
From the talk of these children.
Out loud and scream but out loud and whimper
and even aloud sometimes silent.

I'm tired of these topics.
I am pale. There are shadows under the eyes.
From these disputes I sweat.
I'd rather go to the park for a walk.

I'm ready to climb the wall.
I'm afraid of brain phenomena.
Better to invite on stage
me rosy mass.

I will solve all the charades
and awarded with two balls,
I’ll joyfully leave the stage
and release the balls in the garden.

Then I'll put on the rollers
and I’ll make a song about
that Montan sings well,
and I will love the fountain.

And, having desired easy pitching,
cherishing the blessed laziness
I'll take the Czech "pork sausages"
and a mug with foam on one side.

But two people are sitting
and argue about the problems of the century.

One of them screams for harm
open criticism with us,
that supposedly enemies are around, that time
inappropriate now.

The other is that it’s all wretched,
that a lie produces only a lie
and that, whatever the era,
you cannot come to the truth.

I will smoke again, I will rise
I’m going to walk again to the fountain,
stumble upon a conversation, another ...
No, I’m not going to the park anymore!

Everything thinks: doctor of medicine,
what's in the boat complaining to his wife
and a woman on a motorcycle
flying steeply against the wall.

On the floats comfortably shaky,
and the alleys where the garden bursts,
and on painted horses -
thinkers are sitting everywhere.

Walking, you are sometimes fatal!
Pensive people drink
fountains rustling thoughtfully
thoughtfully beat in the face.

Pensive girls bangs,
and night, thinking seriously
fingering like a rosary
wagons of ferris wheels ...