Юрий Парфенов - Песни детские

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The Log Look out all you crabs and lobsters, A long thin pine log’s going by: Moving onwards down the river Without floats to keep it high. Never feeling any sadness: Never breaking, I won’t bend, Sometimes turning, sometimes rocking, Touching banks with one blunt end. Chorus: Doesn’t need a swimming costume, Doesn’t need some orange trunks, Drifting forward almost silent, No sails to take it, back or front. I’ve an open-minded view upon The world as at a view Of a bucket full of holes That’s sinking in the river blue. Logs and truncheons when they’ve fallen In the water on their backs, Still they travel floating onwards Through the night when it’s so black. Swimming like a swift torpedo Life in nature’s not for me, All the weevils have however Found a better place to be. Carry me away you current Round the mound and past the bend, Straight to where I’m meant for whether Left or right or straight ahead.