Текст песни Владимир Ланцберг - Песенка о безвременье

Did somebody of my trouble, Dm7 Dm6
Who would really answered me, E7 Gm A7
That day in the court today, Dm7 Dm6
What is now a breeze. Gm7 C7
    Desert roof of my house - Cm D7
    No weather vane or flag. G7 C7
    And the roof, too, nothing - F7 B7
    Only plain paper. Eb7 A + A9-

And feathers stumble in delirium,
In a daze kromeschnoy turbidity.
Idiotic habit of work:
Rhymes, each, the rhyme!
    Exchanged in the era of comfort,
    Gone - no catch.
    Well, from idleness, too tired -
    Well go ahead about fatigue!

Or, hell, scrawny notebook
And the list that hastily torn out?
There is a time to gather stones,
Why - we'll see!
     And only some of all that long journey,
     No sleep, no grace.
     Everything will nevzanay someday.
     Suffer, each suffering!