The road 21 (BG)

Any your canvas – this is a self-portrait,
You see, you – it's me;
Any word – this is the answer,
You know, you – it's me.
And if you're invisible among the seven heavens,
Then who will notice me?

And your square has no angles,
And virtue – like a sin;
Your poems are deprived of all the words,
And hatred – laughter.
And you sleep at nights with your death,
And you're happier of all.

And you always go behind,
You know, you – lord;
You're like water, you live beneath,
But you – lord;
And when I was little, you taught me with your 
Road twenty-one.

Your eyes – like ashes;
You see only what is.
Your eyes – like ashes;
You see only what is.
I never caught the moon in the river hand,
But I will esteem for honor.

At the twenty-first highway there is much, that is not here;
At the twenty-first highway there is much, that is not here;
I would be happy to live there, but my heart 
Smells like Nevsky prospect.





"Seventh chapter"
Альбом "All brothers – sisters"
Альбомы Б.Г.
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