Текст песни Александр Мирзаян - Воспоминание о шестидесятых

Again the word away from the line ,
When I hear - here your steps
Sound , never knowing the obstacles ,
For many years the forward or backward
And so easy to take away for a ...
I parted twilight blue:
That old house. That old moon .
Here is a room in which three windows .

All the same shade hiding from curtains,
And echo repeats still
All that I changed the sounds .
And mirrors tightened failure
Through this double folded dust
Do not return the abandoned profit .
Only at the top, all the windows had opened,
Singing piano and Cherbourg motia ...

    Again, your counterpart
    step over the ditch
    Through the thickness of the books ,
    Through the silence of words
    And say : & quot; My Pere ,
    Holding on to your list -
    Not tricked up,
    Do not repeat the down ... & quot;

    But do not open the scar
    And do not let the news -
    Do not put there,
    In order not to take here.
    And for you - swimming ,
    But if it swim -
    Stepping reality :
    Do not hold the thread.

    And all along ... to know
    By pressing his lips a moment .
    The river flows backwards,
    Extinguishing the lights , screaming,
    Your hand flapping ,
    And our blind sin
    And my - always - fear,
    And your - then - laughing ...

1982