Григорий Данской - Песенка о счастье - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

_____ The reddish ping-pungo ball with a boy rides on roofs, fences, rides in glass. He rides, as if from clockwork, and writhes caustic sour in his eyes. And some say: "This is the sun, the autumn sun sits in the eyeball with terrible discord and dorm." Others shout: "This is Petka, the gang, from the second entrance. He turns the fragment of the sky in his hands."

_____ everything is wrong today. Everyone is full of expectation of happiness, like a kind of huge pot with a jam, vulgarized by the whole courtyard, not offending dogs and tramps. And the old women from Plush with glasses, through which their childhood and youth can be seen - but old age is not visible at all - with a good reproach on Petka look and threaten him with a finger and scolded Petka.

In an ingenuous children's question.

_____ "All are full of expectation of happiness," - I write, but I think: maybe we are happy with expectation? Here October, bending over, covered me with a net of aspen soldered eyelids. And then I fell asleep. And I dreamed of happiness, and the sun, and Petka, and the courtyard, a three -story building ... And then even evening, and wind, and cold, and a new one, which had not fallen on time.