Текст песни Эльвира Пархоц - Два старых мотива

Elvira Parkhats
Two old motif
And dream.
I Polanica,
steppe freestyle
In the afternoon I went.
Brown wind-brother
sun tore Feeds
With my head.
Amused brother
On the grass jumped.
I did not notice it
Behind - the enemy.
I turned at the sound of hooves.
An unfamiliar rider.
Has stopped.
No greeting, no pejorative.
From under the hood the eyes -
Arrows hit.
Hello foe! My field.
And you are not welcome.
Do not you leave?
So we will fight.
We grabbed -
It looks like death.
Breeze, frightened, she ran away.
How many beats swords -
I do not know,
The sun in the sky, like a lamp, faded,
And danced heat, writhing, stinging -
Lightning sparks passed through steel ...
All of a sudden -
Cold - in the heat.
And in the back - ground.
My horse was lost somewhere ...
And why - the sky in front of me?
Why - the grass beneath me ..?
Because - ended the fight.
In the chest - a fatal wound.
Silence. The blood of the earth.
And life.
What, squatting, looking in the face?
You - the enemy, I killed.
My strength is now will go
With this step - you inherited.
Bury Me ...
He paused among sagebrush.
And the fog down the snow.
And in the distant hot blue
Clouds embraced tenderly.
II. Morning.
Give someone on the forehead want.
To sense something ... does not become easier, though Bey.
I kick the pillars silent.
Well, I ask urban pigeons
And homeless cats - my most faithful:
"What do the people?
At the kiosk nalyapat tortured verse?
From garage to curse the human race?
Lit up a brick on a pool? .. "
But friends say, "No need."
I leafed through the newspaper - to take a longing.
There - for baths, deaths and stews.
I'm in the eye - like a handful of sand.
I can not…
Asphalt burns shoes nov.
This song was about love.