Music by Koha; lyrics by L.Minkovich / Koha / M.Applegate
Эта песня была посвящена Валентину Шепелеву, Анатолию Басалаеву и Колише – ребятам, которых уже нет в живых. Просто это были нормальные и хорошие люди.
Over sleepy brooks beyond The city walls and outer woods They’re gathering The forest damp and parson sings And evening dirge to lay him done Before the town
The withered wreath of baby’s breath s laid upon this broken earth A woman nods the crowd responds A parchment cloth falls to the ground
Wise man Came to town Healing words For the crowd You’re a wise man Mesmerized man We’re in magic hands
Mourning through a flute The miller plays a tune It lingers on that silky song In the town the sleepy tramps Have made their final toast With soiled hands they raise a glass
The withered wreath of baby’s breath Is laid upon this broken earth A woman nods the crowd responds A parchment cloth falls to the ground