Песни (сборник). Борис Гребенщиков

      This is a dangerous tale

      Of oxygen and flame,

      Tale of running away.

      Nowhere to run,

      All I can see is you –

      Visions of water in the desert sun.

      Stay…

      Things gonna get real slow today

      Things gonna get real slow today

      Takes one prisoner,

      Takes one to show him the way,

      Then comes this lesson in natural history.

      And these ladies are laughing at me,

      Can I join the fun?

      I know I’m haunted, keeps the flame bright;

      I guess I can say I’m alright,

      Just a burning arrow stuck in my heart,

      Well, anyway…

      And some people say that

      We shouldn’t cross this line,

      But there is no line,

      Only the sky,

      I want to see you smile,

      Want to feel us get up and fly,

      Shouldn’t we?

      Things gonna get real slow today

      Things gonna get real slow today

      Takes one prisoner,

      Takes one to show him the way,

      Then comes this lesson in natural history.

      This city is on fire tonight,

      Sweet forest fire silent and unseen,

      The sleepers awaken.

      Your eyes are open I know you’re smiling at me.

      Some people say you’re not here anymore

      But your trees stand proud

      And laugh and let them pass

      So mischievous and holy;

      And this is a question I’ll never want to ask.

      There’s a moon out there and she wants to be growing.

      There’s a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea.

      I am your child, mother,

      Crying to be consoled.

      I recognize you now,

      Do you recognize me?

      There’s a part of me that wants to be silent,

      Immersed in your movement,

      Stung by your grace.

      And here is your song, and I’ll sing it,

      I’m coming home,

      I’ve never been away.

      There’s a moon out there and she wants to be growing.

      There’s a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea.

      I am your child, mother,

      Crying for you to console me.

      Now that I know you,

      Do you recognize me?

      There’s a moon out here and she wants to be growing.

      Here’s a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea.

      I am your child, mother,

      Crying to be consoled.

      Now that I know you,

      Recognize me!

      Book of love in front of me

      Tries to bite my chin;

      Angel right behind my shoulder

      Waits to do me in;

      I wish I had a heart

      To walk me like a dog –

      But life’s a sweet thing,

      Going up in smoke.

      Used to be a passenger,

      Now they take me as their own;

      Used to be a fisher-king

      But now my cross is gone.

      I wish I had some faith,

      But all I do is talk –

      And life’s a sweet thing,

      Going up in smoke.

      We could be engineers,

      We could drive a coach;

      Could be real New Age

      With positive approach.

      I wish I still could laugh,

      I wish it was a joke –

      But life’s a sweet thing,

      Going up in smoke.

      Eloise

      Standing in the rain outside

      Wondering if the sky is really made out of air

      There she is, always looking right at me

      But is she? I can’t really tell

      And I don’t really care

      Eloise

      Something of the child

      Something of the bride

      And sometimes

      Just not there.

      Help me, please,

      Discover about your secret life