Аля Кудряшева - Здравствуйте, едьте к сетям рыбачьим... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Hello, go to the fishing nets, that is, excuse me, to hell, that is, excuse me, to the children and dachas, in general, who cares.

Come from all cities and villages, your words weigh nothing, your conversation is invariably cheerful, rehearsed many times.

Hello, that is, travel, that is, go wherever you want, that is, get on the train right now, fortunately there are still places for you.

That is, on the deck in a proud pose, that is, run before it’s too late, that is, not only crawl around the world, nervously darting through the bushes.

Here is this forest, tourists live in it, here is this shore, empty, lumpy, girl, look at the pier, the quiet cross of its autumn.

Girl, you have tickets, you will be both happy and warm, girl, you are sailing away towards summer and will not see autumn.

Leave me the month of September, that is, excuse me, the month of October, that is, excuse me, the month of November, in general, leave me a choice of a month of rains and cozy armchairs, a month that is both dry and bland, a month of insomnia and depression - a month that is darker than others.

Leave me... Leave me, you are completely inappropriate here from now on, everything freezes, it’s raining at the start, hurry up, the countdown has begun, hello, well, what are you waiting for, hello, I’m no longer your aunt, I, as you see, work, let's quickly, what else?

Hug against the glass of the captain's cabin, the mast is not a mast, the pine tree is a stump, and don't look - I'm thin, fragile, what if I can't stand it, I won't be able to, if I can't handle it - look in the summer, it won't be difficult to follow the trail - a stupid transparent absurd cast on snow that never melted in vain.

The world disappears with a heavy battle, now I stand before the battle with my tender, inarticulate love and loneliness in a hurry.

Everyone has scattered - anywhere, dear, now you are free, here is your whole quarter of the year - at least seal it in poetry.

You can’t go into the house - the house is empty, everyone has fled and everyone is in trouble, the sun opens its palms, breathing unroasted almonds.

Hear, create, howl, go wild, do whatever you want, shout eloquently, the air is transparent and smells clean, it seems like cumin and flax.

Maybe it was worth being with everyone, where happy families roam, where seeds sprout in the ground, where there is a fluffy and warm blanket?

To hell with all the stupid excuses, there are wolves howling in the distance... God laughed lightly and loudly, as if he were eighteen years old.

What else is needed such a little thing, just a trick - and I was caught, God laughed, the earth broke, the wolves left, the river flowed away. Where I am? Where am I going? My memory has gone, I grab God’s finger tightly, I need to hold on, I fall asleep in his tanned arms.

Hello. It’s better not to be with us, with us you will become just dreams, a warm scoop of memories, a melting spark in the coal.

Hello, I’ve been seeing you for a long time, why are you shy, maybe some tea? And I smile, not noticing God, who has fallen asleep in the corner.