Александр Щербина - Московская колыбельная
текст песни

Whether you are raving along the streets of noisy
You are rushing in a plague car,
Your love is like a navigator
Leads without knowing about
What heavenly traffic lights,
Having fallen asleep, you will rush across ...
Your love, your black raven,
Your twilight GPS.

Are you here. You are all of these sleeping
Workers, office, thieves,
From the ring, from radial,
Of the third transport ... from them -
Your local acute dialect
Your good argument is “to be” ...
Your love, your ancient city,
In love with his own arrogance.

You are here - neither time nor a place
Not guessing the right century,
You carry your gift to other people's brides
With the dowry of the inflamed eyelids.
Like runaway nonsense, like a trace of betrayal,
Like healing April -
Your love, under howl sirens
Swinging cradle.

2008