Текст песни Андрей Широглазов - Вышка буровая

Like a nomadic wagon, far from people,
Like an observation deck from the Dali canvas,
This rig is at the end of the earth.
The wolf Tambov and Moscow scourge has not been here.
Here alone Dymbovsky Bruno Janovich wandered.
He set up the tower
About 30 years ago,
When the "copper" thought
He wanted to comprehend.

And she stands, bored, in a ghostly distance,
Like a cargo barge on a river bank -
This rig at the end of the earth
She didn’t call scraps of clouds to her neighbors,
Not reached the copper a few steps,
In the middle of the Nenets lands
Since Soviet times,
In red patina like netsuke
From foreign lands.

I more and more often feel, taking a sip of Chablis,
That I am accidentally forgotten by the country,
Like a rig at the end of the earth
As if I myself am a wolf of Tambov and Moscow scourge,
As if Dymbovsky Bruno Yanovich took me
And put it in place with a garnom
In the Urals Subpolar,
So that your path is humanitarian
I managed to comprehend.

Like a nomadic wagon, far from people,
Like an observation deck from the Dali canvas,
This rig is at the end of the earth.