Аля Кудряшева - Здравствуйте, едьте к сетям рыбачьим... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Hello, go to the fishing nets, that is, excuse me, to the dogs, that is, excuse me, to the children and dachas, in general, whoever is good at what. Go from all the cities and villages, your words are worthless, your conversation is always cheerful, rehearsed many times. Hello, that is, wander, that is, go wherever you want, that is, get on the train right now, fortunately there are still seats for you. That is, on the deck in a proud pose, that is, run while it is not too late, that is, do not just crawl around the world, nervously shying away from the bushes.

Here is this forest, tourists live in it, here is this shore, empty, bumpy, girl, look at the pier, with its quiet cross of autumn. Girl, you have tickets, you will be both happy and warm, girl, you are sailing away to summer and will not see autumn. Leave me the month of September, that is, excuse me, the month of October, that is, excuse me, the month of November, in short, leave me the choice of a month of rains and cozy armchairs, a month that is both dry and bland, a month of insomnia and depression - a month that is darker than others.

Leave me... Leave me, you are completely out of place here from now on, everything is freezing, the rains are starting, hurry up, the countdown has begun, hello, so what are you waiting for, hello, I am no longer your aunt, as you can see, I am at work, come on quickly, what else?

Press against the glass of the captain's cabins, a mast - not a mast, a stump of a pine tree, and do not look - I am thin, fragile, suddenly I will not endure, I will not be able, if I do not cope - look in the summer, it will not be difficult to follow the trail - a stupid transparent absurd cast on the snow that has not melted in vain.

The world disappears with a heavy fight, here I am now standing before the fight with my tender, inarticulate love and loneliness in a hurry. Everyone has flown away - wherever, my dear, you are free now, here is your whole quarter of the year - at least seal it in verse.

You can't go into the house - it is empty in the house, everyone has run away and each in a share, the sun opens its palms, breathes unroasted almonds. Listen, create, howl, riot, do whatever you want, shout eloquently, the air is transparent and smells clean, like cumin and flax.

Maybe it was worth being with everyone, where cheerful families roam, where the seed sprouts in the ground, where there is a fluffy and warm blanket? To hell with all the stupid excuses, there in the distance the wolves are howling... God laughed easily and loudly, as if he were eighteen years old.

What else do you need such a trifle, just a trick - and I got caught, God laughed, the earth broke, the wolves left, the river flowed away. Where am I? Where am I? My memory is gone, I grab tightly onto God's finger, I need to hold on, I fall asleep on his tanned hands.

Hello. It's better not to be with us, with us you will become just dreams, a warm little shovel of memories, a melting spark in a coal. Hello, it's been a long time since I've met you, why are you shy, maybe some tea? And I smile, not noticing God, who has fallen asleep in the corner