Текст песни Александр Мирзаян - Воспоминания о 60-х

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 ...