XXII CENTURY (A.Gunitsky)

With a leisurely grace of the tram
Life passes and dies again
There is no big trouble in this event

On the threshold of hell there are the rungs of paradise
We are building a pagoda in the shed again 
And urging autumn without the need 

The hoary magi will be rewarded for the works
Bottomless ponds will shelter them
They are located in a land where there is no the brim

The deposit is empty, there's no ore,
As they say in the people, "Go here!"
Winter is joyless early in May

With a leisurely grace of the tram
Life passes and dies again
There is no big trouble in this event

On the threshold of hell there are the rungs of paradise
We are building a pagoda in the shed again 
And urging autumn without the need 

With a leisurely grace of the tram
My soul lives in early May…

With leisurely…





"New Song Of The Motherland"
Альбом "Aerostatics In The Company Of Sphinxes"
Альбомы Б.Г.
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