Текст песни Иван Евсеенко - Баденвайлер

BAUDENWEILER

The lineman is angry with the train -
He hits the wheels with a hammer.
The lady with the blond spitz
Waving a lace handkerchief.
The bell rang out loudly
The thief forgot about the case,
Fat man and thin
They interrupted their conversation.
Long death timer included,
The notebook is not finished ...
To the glorious city of Badenweiler
Chekhov is going to die ...

Driving the haze of the steppe
Midnight bonfires
He will remember how in the wicked winter
Three sisters sang a song ...
Who invented this flour
To rush straight to death
And write like Vanka Zhukov
A diary letter to nowhere!
End of the earth, damp, sad -
Sakhalin is a plague span ...
To the glorious city of Badenweiler
Chekhov is going to die.

Life is not a play ...
Sold to the trash cherry orchard ...
The righteous man or the rake
Looking for heaven, finds hell?
Longing and meek look
Sleeps under a bissau pince-nez
Chekhov withers away from consumption
In the summer, wrapping myself in a muffler ..
In vain the ruble was exchanged for a thaler,
Do not remove the blood from the handkerchief ...
To the glorious city of Badenweiler
Chekhov is going to die

Ivan Evseenko (ml)