Текст песни Александр Башлачёв - Минута молчания

minute of Silence

Lighter than feathers, stone slabs .
Cast the flowers .
Your player rides a great rock,
But nothing you went with him for this fence.
You should not have asked who lay here .
Here you are buried .
It happened during the dream
Become the first star of his hit parade .

I lived happily meetings
And the pain of parting .
Look at me .
We are talking , then , can
sing songs
Wait a minute ! We can burn
A minute of silence .
Do not be afraid of fire.
After all, if will burn means
Again resurrected.

Your Telecaster beautiful as brass knuckles .
But your microphone as a gag .
And who counted how many coins
Dropped by outstretched hats.

Few years, several winters ...
Well, as you are now , the star ?
Several Linen, several Zine
And the photo in the newspaper the day before yesterday ...

But the smell of water
In your luxurious closet ?
You spekuliruesh tale
About the best worlds
Needing increased
Dose of anesthesia.

Once again, hiding his ashes
The standard cassette.
I see that as a lie
Turns to fear ,
This is logical metamorphosis.

You sell rainbow makeup.
You buy smoke.
Bored tease dead lion
And to drink alcohol with you
Of high wine glasses .

You do not understand me .
You do not shagnesh
Through itself to itself.
So do not lie to the Anti -
Great all words
You - in the country of Lilliput Gullivers .

Forget the pain of our meetings
And the joy of farewell .
I see the fire is nothing more to burn .
You, as usual, it's time for the conveyor.
And yet, try to save
A moment of silence .
But you throw flowers
On the edge of the gravestone .
Then he will smile and turn on your player.