Текст песни Игорь Слуцкий - Матросская тишина

The sky is blue without boundary ,
The proportion of such Russian -
Mid never in no way to know ,
That faceted glasses
To hell and cockroaches ,
That without holidays and vacation plow ...

Today - the king , and tomorrow scaffold ,
That last shirt ,
That door locks trёhpudovye ,
Soul wide open , without looking back,
That harmonica rvёm squatting ,
That zvereya from sadness and longing !

If silence - that Sailor ,
If the star - and that the Kremlin's ,
If you do not take off , then - sat ,
If the sentence - that the shooting

Something simple, like a ruble ,
That evil as Judas ,
Snow yesterday always looking for the afternoon with fire ,
That kiss with love,
That morduemsya to the blood ..
So you can not - and , nakos - vykusi - live !