Города которых не стало текст песни
Обновлено: 09.11.2024
В чужедальние-дальние страны
Путешествуя снова и снова,
На зелёных камнях Ватикана
Я увижу позабытое слово.
И припомню все прошлые жизни,
На которых та же тень отчужденья.
И глаза мои вдруг станут чужими,
Через прошлое вылечив зренье.
Вижу отроков в белых одеждах,
Говорящих со мной на латыни.
И в речах их любовь и надежда,
Потому что бог еще с ними.
В городах, которых не стало,
В городах, которых не станет,
В городах, которых не стало,
Но которые пока еще с нами.
Постучусь в приоткрытые двери,
За которыми родные мне лица.
Мне откроют, но сперва не поверят,
Что такое могло приключиться.
А поверив, проявят участье
И расспросят о будущим вкратце.
И я налгу им три короба счастья, -
Пусть живут, ничего не боятся.
Среди тех, которых не стало,
Среди тех, которых не станет,
Среди тех, которых не стало,
Но которые по-прежнему с нами.
Очень жаль, но пора возвращаться -
Пробужденье, увы, неизбежно.
А мне бы тоже три короба счастья,
Иль хотя бы наперсток надежды.
Но, путешествуя в дальние страны,
Я пройду потайными местами -
Городами, которых не стало,
Где живут те, которых не станет.
В городах, которых не стало,
В городах, которых не станет,
Среди тех, которых не стало,
Но которые по-прежнему с нами. In chuzhedalnie - distant countries
Traveling again and again,
On green stones Vatican
I see a forgotten word .
And remember all the past lives
Which is the same shade of alienation .
And my eyes suddenly become strangers
Cured through the past view.
I see young men in white robes ,
Speaking with me in Latin.
And in the speeches of their love and hope ,
Because God still with them.
Here everything is familiar to the pain in the eyes ,
And as if it were the voice
Shouts to me - I 've been here before !
In these dark cherry woods
In painted heaven
Of gray stones and graves -
In the cities , which is not,
In urban areas , which would not,
In the cities , which is not,
But that is still with us.
Knock on the door ajar ,
For me that native person .
I open it, but at first did not believe it ,
That such could have happened .
And believing , become a part
And ask for the future in a nutshell.
And I nalgu them three boxes of happiness -
Let them live , not afraid of anything .
Here everything is familiar to the pain in the eyes ,
And as if it were the voice
Shouts to me - I 've been here before !
In these dark cherry woods
In painted heaven
Of gray stones and graves -
Among those who died,
Among those who will not,
Among those who died,
But that is still with us.
Very sorry, but it's time to go back -
Awakening , alas, inevitable.
And I would also three boxes of happiness,
Or at least a thimble of hope .
But traveling to distant countries ,
I'll go hiding places -
Cities , which is not,
Where are those who will not.
Where everything is familiar to the pain in the eyes ,
And as if it were the voice
Shouts to me - I 've been here before !
In these dark cherry woods
In painted heaven
Of gray stones and graves -
In the cities , which is not,
In urban areas , which would not,
Among those who died,
But that is still with us.
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