Текст песни Александр Башлачёв - Ржавая Вода

Red Firebird, saluting Mauser barking,
Time of burning pages of barely touching the pen blazing.
But as the years turn out his pockets - days as seeds,
Balyatsya at random so apart.
And above the city - the fog. Xudoe vremechko
C baked crust.

Black dates as well, even mildew on the roof of the burning!
Ox, poured tubs rusty, bloody, salty.
Years of fun rattle empty flasks,
turn inside the pouch.
Raw short days of smoke puffs
in cigarette papers.

Under a waterfall fled as best they could, cut down a tree.
Well raft was that it is necessary, but just did not keep it on the water.
But only rings, the curl
In the maelstrom of empty space.
Yes, just rusty water overflows
In the portraits of the great rain.

But branches prickly sharp turn into slingshots.
Yes, the roots of the mighty zapletutsya formidable riddles.
In the meantime, water-water-drip-drip a drop of
Lupita shot into my glass.
Fly to where Egret!
Annealed wing.

But this city with bleeding gills
it would be necessary to cross the ...
But time catches us in the water lips greedy.
Time has taught us to drink.