Текст песни Михаил Анчаров - Песня об истине

Oh, smoke cigarettes!
Oh, smoke cigarettes!
You're an old mystery
With him brought:
About the house is
Where I once lived,
On the courtyard is
Where to sleep garages.

Do you smoke cigarettes,
Above me is not circled.
You're old song
Do not scrying.
Poet - a physicist,
Which one
He knows that the heart -
All master.

I do not believe that truth -
In distant lands,
I do not believe that truth -
Far lighthouse.
Far lighthouse -
This short-range lighthouse,
But we are looking for
In distant lands.

Listen: the truth
Nearby lives.
Listen: the truth
Beside singing.
Nearby lives
Beside singing
And waiting all, when the
Open it.

After all, if not the truth -
Who, then,
He kisses the sleeping children
Sometimes?
After all, if not the truth -
Who, then,
Crying poets
Orders sometimes?