Текст песни Олег Митяев - Песня для старшей дочери

Song for the eldest daughter

Will the sky shine tomorrow,
It will fade large moon,
Will you enjoy the campfire fire -
Not even the bride or wife.
And itself will still be no pity,
And the sooner something to regret,
And it has not touched the earth's sorrow
These slender girlish shoulders.
It will fall to eating copious rain
Weightless thick Shooting Stars,
Will you speak passionately about anything
At random, random, random.

Through the open door in the glass
Wander cornflower dawn.
It will be terrible for joy, and the loss,
And funny is someone's advice.
It will be as willing stubborn soul,
And rumors of condemnation and shame.
And it wants the city far escape
And lay all the sheets and bridges.

        On tan shoulder will curl drain
        The dance glare blind rain
        There are clocks with him in the rhythm of the pulse pounding
        And silent when it without you.

And then will fall on the roof of snow,
And blizzard sing a lullaby.
Will look into the windows of laughter and mischief,
There are sled through the snow creak.
Will speech wiser and smile stingy,
Christmas intoxication and weaknesses.
Woman will accompany your son home
Through the streets of the neon haze.

        Will you wait, you'll look out the window a long time,
        And it does not go to sleep until the morning.
        And over the forest is silent companion to fly,
        Will someone sitting around the campfire.

        And over the forest is silent companion to fly ... [whistle ....]

1983