Singer: Bulat Okudzhava. Page 2

And so it is in our lifetime:
each tide - at low tide,
for each smart - the fool
all equal, all right.
But the principle is a fool with no hands
from any distance they can be seen.
Screaming fools: "fools, Fools"!
And that it is very disappointing.

Another tries to become rich,
Gold saves, not sleeping at night,
All is not gold not all the gold,
Though sparkles and glitters even.
Can theatre gilding plating,
You can carpet the whole floor to cover,
But the inspiration for presentation
is it possible for money to buy?
A pure heart for the road prepare,
The old wisdom be amiss and again.
Not bought, not bought
Good name, talent and love...

Often dream at night the offices of these
Not today - no, tomorrow - Yes:
The samovar on the table, the lady in the portrait.
Just a shame not to go there.

The city of my country all the woods are dressed,
The sound of saws and axes are hard to drown out.
Maybe it was for a friends build cabinets?
Here you specify then it will be easier to live.

A clever alone walking in circles,
he valued solitude above all else.
And its so easy to take with bare hands
soon they povylovyat one and all.

Fool be advantageous, but really do not want
smart - like, but end smashing...
From nature's lips insidious prophecy.
But maybe, someday you will come to the middle.

Fools love to swarm.
Ahead of home in all its glory.
As a child I believed that one day will rise,
and fools no - all departed.

Over the road Smolenskoy your eyes -
Two evening stars blue of my destiny.

Comrade man
and it's tempting to share yours:
the whole century you're camping,
and only one tears from the dream:
why are we gone,
when on earth is raging spring?

Can, be tight of your hands ring
Short version b, probably the road I went.

But from the past, of past sorrow,
no matter how we complain, as there's no pray,
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Rasplakalsya in the streets surrounding
the melody and the singing is not.

New born commanders
new soldiers will receive
the eternal state apartments.
Sleep, brothers, - all will begin again
everything in nature should be repeated:
and words and bullets, and love, and blood...
The time will not make peace.

Cavalier, age is not long,
And because he is so sweet.
Singing pipe, folded the canopy,
And somewhere heard swords ringing.
Even the roaring of the voice of strings,
But the commander was already in the saddle...
Don't promise a young maiden
Love eternal on earth!
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In vain the peaceful fun
Extend trying, laughing.
Not to get reliable glory
As long as the blood is not spilled...
Cross of iron wood Il
Appointed for us in the coming darkness.
Don't promise a young maiden
Love eternal on earth!

Grape bone in warm earth bury,
And kiss the vine and ripe grapes and pluck,
And friends convene at the love your heart attitude.
Otherwise why on earth this eternal live?