Владимир Капгер - Высокопетровский монастырь
текст песни

When the sloping backs cool
Asphalt reptiles - snaking streets,
When, swaying on the broadcast of the window,
My double is floating, unpleasantly leaning,
When crazy trolley
A flying Dutchman to invisible stars -
Slowly entails me into the black sky
The cobblestone skin of the Kuznetsk bridge ...

Moscow is wandered with a chopped dog,
Having done a day for centuries of nonsense, -
Night abode of obsessive fears
It looks like the midnight Morok,
Which crawls through the deceased apartments,
Where reality, like insomnia, is unbearable,
Only squeams over a black, unconscious world
The Lubyansky Colossus Light is oversized ...

Walked with a wet October wind,
I hear bloods sludge in a puddle,
How the second focus beats in horror
In the underground prison, the princess Neglinka.
And I scatter hundreds of phantoms myself,
Wandering in the battles of the Chaldean capital,
And I all plunge into the immovable problem,
And I dissolve everything in blinded eye sockets ...

I know I can be hopelessly crazy
In a chilling desert who has declared me;
That mosquito filled with a bell of an oppressive,
I will never, never leave me.
It’s really the same everywhere and
The whole world is covered with dung beans?!
Hanging a suffocating canopy in the sky
It soars me a fetid October ...

So copper flashes in the Kremlin sky
Habitually dawn stew.
So pale pieces in Vysokotrovsky
Cold peace is called my soul.
So the night, scorched by mercury agony,
The last stupid hope is fooling.
Like a suicide bomber running from a close chase,
I believe - the trumpet area will save me ...

1990