Николай Гринько - До востребования - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Nikolai:

With God, my relationship is strange. Do you know what the "cult of Kargo" is? Look for Wikipedia. In the Pacific Islands during the Second World War, airbase were based, and the natives even hired to work - to wear boxes, wash the barracks - and paid with them clothes, food and others. This was called "cargo" - a load. The war ended, the bases turned, but the natives are still waiting for the return of the flying gods and heavenly cargo, building take -off stripes and planes from Babmuk. They imitate a military uniform, march on sand, make headphones from halves of coconut ... and do not understand that all their actions have no effect on those to whom they are intended. The gods do not hear them. It seems to me that everything that we are doing here on earth has nothing to do with the Higher Forces. We do not know, we cannot understand how it is arranged, we are simply not able to comprehend this. But still we do at least something to reach. We are building planes from Babmuk, marching along the sand, waiting for Kargo ... Literally an hour and a half wrote a song. Perhaps the record. Suddenly I realized that some lines were running in my head, grabbed a pencil, wrote down. I didn’t even think about music - it was not before. It turned out such a "letter up". This is probably my way of communication. My personal, personal Cargo cult. From all arrangements, he desperately carries “Moles of Turman”, the melody also reminds of something ... Spit. Let it be as it is. The gloomy thing turned out. God. Poste restante.