Дмитрий Гайдук - Мудрый поэт Бурлака - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

We have one poet, his name is Burglak - he writes the stunned poems and just a cool schizophrenic. Here I am going once around the city, I bought three whites of thirty kopecks, and Burlak was just released from the madhouse again. He comes up and says: Gaiduk, let the Belyashik bite off. He takes, bites, and then says: let's tell you a fairy tale.

You see, he says, is this the sky that above us? So this is not all. Above this simple sky there is a sophisticated sky of diamond crumbs, called stars. And behind the sophisticated sky there is a sky of precious smoke, where Jah hangs. And behind the sky of precious smoke there is the sky of noble madmen, where it is cold and dumb and one continuous ketamine. And behind the sky of noble madmen there is a great network - who got there, he was in kind. And behind the sky the great network is already completely emptiness, and in this void birds fly out of nothing. They fly, it means that they fly, all sorts of songs, life rejoice and pair among themselves. And there are a lot of these birds, and it turns out that every day some bird blows an egg. And it immediately falls down.

And now it flies through the sky the Great Network, does not linger; Then he flies through the sky of noble madmen, does not freeze; Then he flies through the sky of precious smoke - and here it does not freeze! And flies straight down. It flies through the sophisticated sky, enters our atmosphere, heats up, heats up, heats up, and the chick hatches from it already near the earth itself. He hatches, and immediately takes off up, flies in all heaven in order and returns to his void. Well, how?

Nishtyak, I say, only, in my opinion, something in this fairy tale is not enough. And Burlaca says: I told her boys, so they say that there is one weak place here. What do these birds eat? So: they eat our dreams and hopes.