Текст песни Дейта Мейра - Лиха Беда - Начало

Down and Out trouble started

Down and Out trouble started,
We were married a blizzard,
Near the pier
Tasca for curls.
It is inconceivable and strictly
With blemish to the threshold
To penetrate little by little
We are in rules of the game.

Here is the dandelion in the strands,
That twinkle in his eyes
And the sweetness of the poison
Hides that he poison.
Makhno on all the hand,
Come to your senses, God is with thee,
And someone who is not worth
Questions are not.

In the scorching July
My poems have fallen asleep,
And I'm on guard
I chase rhyme away.
Fluttering bird of prey
While you can not sleep,
And field spike,
And raging night.

And in a sense noble,
As the smoke garden stock,
As in the song and folk
Singing in taverns.
You tell me about the main
And sad, and funny,
And this strangely
I settled in fear.

That meteor rain,
That pencil graphite,
Draw to show off
Everything that does not come true.
Bird in the clear sky,
Wheat bread in a warm,
And the soul of a black body,
That together, not apart.

Down and Out trouble started,
We were married a blizzard,
Near the pier
Tasca for curls.
It is inconceivable and strictly
With blemish to the threshold
To penetrate little by little
We are in the beauty of the game.

(18.08.2011)