Иван Кучин - На этом диком пляже - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

On this wild beach for three kilometers, where he came from the city in the morning,

I sit, cringing from the raw wind,

Very alone on the empty shore.

And I light up lonely under the moon

I'm sitting on a stone like a ship on a shallow. This is what the thing has happened to me today: while bathing, my things were carried away.

I don’t understand what I'm sitting now and I'm waiting

Without a heel, a bus ticket.

If I caught, I would have strangled it ... thief,

Even outside the city there is no salvation from them.

I want to smoke, but cigarettes, like matches, now the owner was replaced by his own.

And he probably rides somewhere in the train and smokes in the vestibule of my pegas.

And I sit and throw pebbles into the sea,

Transparent water splashes at the feet.

I freeze more from the wind and more and more.

Where will I go now at night, where? Not far away, cars are noisy on the road

But for thanks, even though you burst, they won’t take it. And I won’t go out on the high -legged highway,

Do not give the Lord, they will still understand. In the distance, the lights behind cypresses flicker,

Although this is an unfamiliar suburb,

Leaving a obscure stone, I rise, I go, stepping carefully barefoot.

I am along the street on the street with a white shadow

Among cottages, in drowning gardens,

And to one of them, as if a lead,

I go up, feeling the gate in the dark.

I knock quietly - a sleepy voice replies: “What the hell is you wearing at night?! Then linen, you look, disappears from the rope! Well, fail until the dog shouted! ” I knock on another. Of course, it lies to me, because somewhere I should spend the night today.

They answer me: "The apartment does not give up here, every bed is involved here without you." In another, they warn from behind the doors: “Pay, comrade, two months in advance!

And then in the midst of you it is painful smart, they will live for a free month - and on the plane. ” Hey kind people, please let in!

I already became pale from the wind, like a skeleton!

I would have paid you in full, but you understand, not like money, even trousers on me! But everything has died out, only dogs bark. A bench is visible in the well -groomed garden

I will come to her tired to her, in the twilight-suddenly someone touched my shoulder easily me. Some citizen stood in front of me, throwing a jacket carefully against me. Asked: "Brother, what happened to you?"

I, fighting off, told, they say, so.

He told me: “Well, brother, everything happens,

But we will fix this business somehow. Come to me, I’m renting two rooms here, we will pamper and start a little bit. ” And five minutes later we drank Madera with him, laughed through the whole district with the heart.

My clothes were not in size,

And he cut off: "Come on, brother, dance." And, pouring wine to the edges to the glasses,

Said: “You know, somehow it is still wrong here,

We have such a beauty in Lake Baikal "...

And the heart beat joyfully - a fellow countryman.

He continued, but you still dream

At least for weeks you fly here.

"Do you, brother, probably rest too?"

And I lied shamelessly, answering yes.

I said nothing that eight years in a foreign land. Everything was like a painful chicken.

And then one day I left to this day

I will not exchange my Siberia.