Текст песни Аркадий Беловский - Ветер Странствий

The wind of wanderlust pushes me forward, foreign lands beckon me into their embrace.
I sadly left Sheremetyevo, a plane will carry me to Schönefeld.
All endless affairs overboard, everything unnecessary and boring down the drain.
I hurried to leave for the west, and from there I rushed to the east.

Airplanes, train stations, hotels, the clatter of wheels on high-speed trains.
Empty beds warmed me in unfamiliar foreign cities.
In a feverish string of days, I was looking for something new in life.
I drank "Jules Gautret" with Chechens in Nice, and gambled in a casino in Monte Carlo.

I drank pastis with bouillabaisse in Marseille, pleasantly excited and drunk.
And with some Nubian woman on an express train, that same night I went to Perpignan.
The tramontana wind, wild and maddening, picked me up and whirled me around.
And the hustle and bustle of European roads carried and tossed me about.

On a bench in Park Güell in Barcelona, ​​like an elegant, finely crafted dagger,
Uselessly clutched in my hand, I gently held a white bird.
It flew away, spreading its wings on Montjuïc? Montserrat?
I watched, with a slight touch of melancholy, the theatrical, funny masquerade.

But succumbing to a feeling of gaiety, to the Spanish guitar strings,
From Seville I went to Marbella, to the ocean at Gibraltar.
I will disappear at the edge of geography, having drunk a full glass of "sherry".
The Levante wind blew persistently at my back and dragged me from Tarifa to Tangier. An unfamiliar miracle stepped on my heels, giving me strength,
My heels got stuck in the cobblestones, that's how brilliant Paris surprised me.
A city full of lottery-like chance, a city of passion and eternal love.
I jostled like a homeless mime, remaining face to face with myself.

The smell of tobacco wafted in the air, Amsterdam breathed something delicious.
I savored a conveyor belt of pleasant impressions from Brussels to Prague.
In the Hofbräuhaus, fresh beer, a gram of the taste of life and joy,
I moved unhurriedly towards Stuttgart, letting the winds carry me along.

The "Unit" dance club in Karlsruhe was like a potion, saving me from fatigue in a beanbag chair.
In Baden-Baden, they took me to warm thermal baths in the morning to cure my hangover.
I became younger, more elegant, more cheerful, setting off on a further journey.
Constance, Zurich, Meersburg, Lake Constance, from a Zeppelin to a sunny beach.

The Alpine Föhn wind, saturated with moisture, whispered in my ear with a sigh
About Suvorov with his daring courage, suggesting I go to the eternal city.
A whimsical wanderer, driven by impulse, I caught genuine excitement.
I crossed the Devil's Bridge over the abyss, in the Alps, near the Gotthard tunnel.

Living pictures of Italian night cities emerged,
In Florence and San Marino, where is better? I'm not ready to say.
Imperial Rome touched my heart, I seemed to be in love with everything.
Remus and Romulus sit under the she-wolf, preserving the antiquity of the times. The limoncello was drunk to the last drop, biting my lip in delight,
I gazed with rapture at Capri, across the Bay of Naples.
Here the song of Santa Lucia was sung, Vesuvius breathed with gray ash.
And I longed to return to Sorrento, when Caruso's voice trembled.

Having healed all my emotional wounds, I returned more than once or twice.
I understood that we were not needed there, without a family name or kinship.
A capricious guest, I wander the world, agreeing with a simple notion:
It's only good where we are not, and the smoke of the homeland is so sweet.