Песни (сборник) - Гребенщиков Борис (библиотека книг бесплатно без регистрации .txt) 📗
Тут можно читать бесплатно Песни (сборник) - Гребенщиков Борис (библиотека книг бесплатно без регистрации .txt) 📗. Жанр: Поэзия. Так же Вы можете читать полную версию (весь текст) онлайн без регистрации и SMS на сайте online-knigi.org (Online knigi) или прочесть краткое содержание, предисловие (аннотацию), описание и ознакомиться с отзывами (комментариями) о произведении.
Radio silence
Radio silence
It suddenly feels like a new year,
Like I’m a million miles away from here.
I can see some kind of light here,
Although I can’t name it.
I want to talk about moonlight,
I want to talk about the wild child, you know,
That real wild one, dancing alone
In the middle of the whirlpool.
Spinning tales about silence,
About radio silence,
About some kind of asylum
In the middle of an empty field full of danger.
It’s strange I don’t feel like I’m a stranger;
I feel like I belong here,
I feel like I’ve been waiting for a long time,
And now I can tell you some stories,
Stories about the madmen,
Stories about the dream-child,
You know, that real wild one,
Who dance alone
In the middle of the whirlpool.
And I can tell you about silence,
About radio silence,
About some kind of asylum
In the middle of an empty field full of danger.
If you want it…
The postcard
This is a postcard
Saying I’m alright in this beautiful city,
This is a phone call
Saying, yes, I am sleeping alone here,
But the telephone lines are cut,
My hands can’t hold the paper –
You are on my mind…
Nobody knows your name here,
Except when the moon is out.
And then they toss in their sleep
Crying out for you to take them,
But me I cannot sleep,
I cannot dream,
My heart is shattered –
You are on my mind…
Once seven colors used to make a man blind,
And now we are like birds stuck in barbed wire,
Precise, like sunrise,
A child just like any other,
Made of the bones of the earth,
Fragile and deathless.
Yes, I’m alright,
I’m a church,
And I’m burning down.
You are on my mind…
The Wind
Your eyes are colored like wind,
The Wind from the northern sea.
A wave on the sand so clear,
Whoever got me that far must be laughing;
Alright, I can laugh as well.
So sweet is your touch,
May I never go free,
But I’m breaking away
To return unbound,
And I hear the sound
Behind my shoulder
Like the shape of the swan, gliding,
And when the trees are bare,
There will be nowhere to return to
But we stay, believing.
Your eyes are colored like wind…
Bringing incredible news
I don’t know if I’m ready,
Does it matter?
Whoever cut me that deep,
I love you.
And here I stand, transfixed,
Listening to the sound of the wind.
The Time
Sitting in a corner
In my castle made of single-malt and smoke
With all my friends around me.
And I love them «till I choke
And I watch you dance with someone,
Someone not even there,
And you’re simple as in sacrilege,
And you are pure as in player.
Somewhere there’s a point of no resistance,
But we make sure there’s no getting there.
And we’re beautiful when we’re animals
But so easily scared.
And I cannot even talk to you
Stricken down as a hunter to its prey,
Sliding down, down this hill of glass again,
And there’s nothing I can say.
I guess it’s just the time
I guess it’s just the time
I guess it’s just the time
And I will see you when the time is over.
And then the northern wind calls,
And then curtains part,
And then the castle wall falls,
And there’s an arrow in my heart.
There’s only one way out of prison
Which is to set your jailer free.
But then, it’s just another bunch of pretty words
That stand between the sailor and the sea.
So forgive me, though I know you never will
Battered by your pride,
And so I’m locked again within these castle walls,
And you freeze alone outside.
I guess it’s just the time
I guess it’s just the time
I guess it’s just the time
And I will see you when the time is over.
Winter
Now that the summer is gone,
Snow’s on the ground.
I sought and I found,
I know what I found is true.
But the bitter gray sky
Fades into silence,
Only the fire is left.
And some say it’s not enough
To carry us through.
Days of apple bloom white,
Silver and steel,
Tales of webs
Spun around a careless heart.
I dream of the snow-white seagulls,
Crying to show me the way,
But I will stay here with you,
And nothing will ever come
To tear us apart.
Look into my eyes sister,
No harm will come to you.
Look into my eyes sister,
No harm will come to you.
Похожие книги на "Песни (сборник)", Гребенщиков Борис
Книги похожие на "Песни (сборник)" читать онлайн бесплатно полные версии.
