Текст песни Юрий Наумов - Долгий блюз

So far, that has not invented
So far...
Give up
Along the banks of the unprecedented
Light river, long river
I have not given
And, apparently, is not meant to be.
Reasoned night
Obey itself
That to me
But now anyway
I give it and go out to her as it is
Dog-poor
And on the wings vsporhnuv
So high...
I'm not going back,
I forget who I am
And dilapidated, gray the way
In the dark clouds
I go from the light of God,
Yes to God right?
The ring shackles
And forever ...
Lord, how your servants for the world -
Sense it! -
What to slaves?
So hard to be free,
Albeit on a small portion,
But this is my duty
In front of you.
Do you hear in the night
Whether crying, or yelling
Lost his voice, as if
The remaining ear
On the sloping field
And around - nobody.
Know that I'm singing
In your veins weightless
Lew juice of my heart.
Lord! Will I Be?
Love Me Do
My life
Incomprehensible?
Take out every lie me
Immerse yourself in the snow,
And if you survive,
That will become higher than I,
Perhaps, in reality,
Maybe not in a dream,
Maybe...
So deep that not come up
And so far
Along the banks of the invisible
River, which has become the choice
It is carrying me a long river,
Black River ...