Аквариум - Назад в Архангельск
текст песни

Once we had hands and roads,
Now we are waiting for the threshold.
We look at the smoke from the pipe,
And the pigeon of grace gets up.

Carved wind. Crystal wind.
It is too late to wait for the crisis.
See how these books are burning.
Back, in Arkhangelsk!

In churches and verigs Kalika disturbing,
Drinks with a kitchen of the dunge champagne in the hallway.
Where not to look, everywhere the image
Whether we climb under the bed, or lump on the brakes.

Carved wind. Crystal wind.
It is too late to compress in the pockets of figs.
See how these books are burning.
Back, in Arkhangelsk!

Banana Mom with strong legs
Cuts a map of the world on Origami.
Behind the cash register, a completely wise husband
We leave the devices for the Great Wilderness.
Back, in Arkhangelsk.

Dead with fog instead of persons
Harness zigkurats on the streets of the capitals
Worldwide - One Manifesto
Wherever you go to you stand the cross.

Carved wind. Crystal wind.
It's late to consider connections and intrigues.
See how these books are burning!
Back, in Arkhangelsk!