Сицилия - Я буду - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Yes, I will write poetry again, composing rhymes, counting the lines,

Yes, I will guess people, trying to open their souls to anyone, no one knows what key,

No, I will not look at the world, as if he was rotten or became expired,

And no, I will not regret anything.

Sometimes I - yes - I will miss old letters, melodies and calls,

I will take it somehow and get drunk; And I will remember something about the past. Yes.

And then I will smile and sincerely wish you happiness to all those who have gone, who forgot me, who forgot me,

And, of course, I will come up with explanations. And then I will say that all this is complete nonsense, nonsense.

Necessarily. Be sure to. Yes.

Yes, I will definitely stand on the board and rush from the mountain with a breeze - like in the good old -

I will read a million interesting pages of a hundred books,

And already from today I will put all my strength and work stubborn,

In order not to be ashamed to answer for yourself: "What have you achieved?"

I will visit the children who were deprived of the house. I will give them toys and my flickering warmth,

The day will come, and I will climb a large high mountain,

I will definitely go across the vast field, which was down the highway, which was so native so long ago,

If you take a blanket with you and lie in the night and watch the stars break off the sky in the summer.

I will go barefoot around the city. I’m dining in the bar - how did it not occur to me before?

In a thoroughly sad autumn, I will say the most lively and bright toast to the parent in the anniversary,

So that everyone will cry with happiness and beat glasses for him. And the sky will be clean like glass,

And the whole world will become embraced by my inner strength, my energy.

And then I am again - not in the first - I will collect my suitcase old, red,

Cherkan is a couple of lines for a den, you - post, pray and at dawn I will leave the house;

And my path will be, if not light, then precisely unforgettable and beautiful,

Traveling, gaining yourself. You gain in search of higher substances and higher dogmas.

It's just the beginning, the birth and dawn of my path,

My fingers once touch the piano and on the face of my father - be sure - a tear will slip,

My mother will once begin to be proud of me, whatever one may say ...

And then I will look at myself in the reflection of mirrors and without words I realize: everything was not in vain.

How was Brodsky made of love for a few, but strong ...?!

Do you remember? Necessarily. Be sure to. Yes.

Lord ... This ardent feeling so many people did not take there, jammed,

This feeling of so many crazy ...

This feeling is complete nonsense.

Necessarily. Be sure to. Yes.

Yes, you say that hundreds of thousands of songs have been invented about him, poems have been written already ...

By the way, I will throw another tenth -two or three poems?!

Be sure to, yes. I have never seen love, no. I glorify it through the centuries

And God forbid you reciprocity and understanding, calmness and peace inside.

I, in my beloved month of the calendar year, almost once lost myself,

Well, because, probably, this is - if in a pool, then with a head;

And the result is always the same to the courier: “Look, they do not appreciate you!”,

And this is the worst thing, I will tell you - to stop being yourself ...

Therefore - and I always talked about this and would have thought so so far

If I read less snotty books, where all dreams promised to come true -

People are not the highest plan, not an appointment, not the ideal of ideas.

You will put Sakura in your garden, and people will come and leave, and the cherry will decorate your yard for centuries.

And I am glad that I managed to understand everything for myself and stop in time.

And therefore - on a good way of new bright moments and bright and days!