Песни (сборник). Борис Гребенщиков

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!

      Radio London

      Up in smoke

      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

      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