Текст песни Юрий Наумов - Все это печальные сказки

That's how start
These sad tales
From morning arrogance
I dropped out , but alive,
And bless these songs ,
Born in the copper pipe
Fallen Alpha
The missing Beta
And quiet Gamma ,
What lies in the column labeled nondescript about slander
Those who sat on the tube

And the thing is ,
What color blind , blind and patients with glaucoma ,
Not heeding the advice ,
Empty Night at times in search of light ,
Not knowing what it is
hoped
Free hope its ispytuya -
The blow was chechetochno accurate.
They parted from the earth , separated by commas ,
But everyone thought he was the point .
The last point

     I love
          you, but I hate
               poetry!

And I write their texts -
What air dough,
But came out lumpy pancake
Love , I hope we will be
closer familiar
I do not find a place ...

Scarlet Sails ,
Blooded caravel
Kara and Vera ...
death incorrect
For the salvation of the Holy Sepulchre
Give it a name
Are not animals , and faith -
The reason for the reversal ?
I do not believe it
mom,
Why is full of the grave? Selah
Why is it so much weight ?

Until then wait for
The second coming of the Son of God ,
But who will be Judas?
Three dozen worn coins -
this old rates !
Maybe someone will and maybe more
On the parched sheets
gradually cools
He who once again came to you out of nowhere ...
Well, you're waiting for a miracle ,
In an incredible crush ,
Enjoy the vision of pain,
Unprecedented pain ...

     Waiting for you,
          to tell you again
               the word & quot; like & quot ;!

With the mess in my head ,
similar
Fantasies Bosch
With faith in the heart and pain
Crazy saint of La Mancha
For diva on chahlenkom roan
Embarks on a trot ...
Dulcinea del Toboso is not found ,
Give your heart
Doucet from the Tobolsk
Do not be afraid,
Lead her across the Channel ,
Sad and valiant knight ...

Vienna pricks us wind hairy
Look, fetishists
discharged clips
From my favorite artists
Long live the new slaughterhouse
Although the shooting range as old as the world .
Or war ...
And we had a good dream about power
From sea to sea ,
But Adam's apple in the morgue ...
Mom, I do not like still lifes
Let me wake up from a dream ...

After all, I had a dream
What I'm writing
sad tale
And someone , my censor ...
No , not
Here's a picture has been replaced :
This Gaius Julius Caesar
What a strange hosts
And I uttered as if :
About Caesar , listen, I - your Brutus ,
And I will take away your life.
I wanted to know
Weight betrayal,
Net and gross ,
And I realized that it is weightless .
Almost weightless ...

     Lying to you ,
          that every day of love
               all strong ...

apoplexy coming
Or the Apocalypse ,
Soon it all wither ,
But seychas I ask - let the last moment :
I'm afraid of being late
In this summer, where lime color ,
And do not fall leaves
Dying letters ...
We shot in the scene,
Forever forget about the wings ,
But they do not make us wait

So let melt Galaxy
In the dance of pregnant night
In milk, single mothers
See how your breasts sucks
The two-week killer
Our mad love ...

spineless ,
weak-willed ,
Helpless ...
Help!
Remember shield
That sheltered us once with you ?
This strange life ,
With hope ,
With faith ,
With love ...-
This time, look-fistula ...

And so ends this
Sad tale ,
But the arrogance of the morning
I got into the atmosphere
Peredvechernego fear
What is so vast ,
But finely divided ...
And tired , I'm going to marry the girl
From across the street .
Why are you against ,
Mom ?, - if there is no more strength to live like that and write
All these damn songs
All these sad tales ...