Алексей Костюшкин - Город между завтра и ночью
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Видишь, эти улицы застыли на века и никуда не приведут.
Видишь, эти площади окутала тоска - на них не пляшут, не поют.
Видишь, эти вороны кружат над головой и Берендею ждёт война.
Слышишь, как по краю нарастает волчий вой - похоже, городу хана.
Город,
Между правдой и ветром,
Между завтра и ночью,
Город,
Между ложью и светом,
Между болью и строчек
В городе как-то не очень,
Не очень. Не очень...
Хочется и колется, и что-то не даёт, и сердце будто в кулаке.
И бежит из города потерянный народ почти без мыслей, налегке.
Солнечные зайчики покинули дома и разлетелись по лесам.
Город был красавчик, нынче в городе тюрьма и виноват наш город сам.
Город,
Между правдой и ветром,
Между завтра и ночью,
Город,
Между ложью и светом,
Между болью и строчек
В городе как-то не очень,
Не очень. Не очень...
Ты меня прости, я не хотел тебя терять, но я теряю сам себя.
Выбились из сил и не сумели ни поднять ни даже просто разглядеть.
На застывших улочках, в осунувшихся окнах, на замёрзших площадях
Нету ни души, лишь кто-то странный и смешной, ещё пытающийся петь.
Город,
Между правдой и ветром,
Между завтра и ночью,
Город,
Между ложью и светом,
Между болью и строчек
В городе как-то не очень,
Не очень. Не очень...
Открываю окна, в них колотится луна, ища приют от пустоты.
Улицы намокли и по улице идёшь одна оставшаяся ты.
Приходи ко мне, мы вместе выйдем на балкон,
Чтобы зажать ветра в горсти.
Город издаёт протяжный вымученный стон -
Коль сможешь, город нас прости.
Город,
Между правдой и ветром,
Между завтра и ночью,
Город,
Между ложью и светом,
Между болью и строчек
В городе как-то не очень,
Не очень. Не очень...
You see, these streets froze for centuries and will not bring anywhere.
You see, these squares enveloped the longing - they do not dance on them, do not sing.
You see, these crows are circling over your head and Berenda is waiting for a war.
You hear a wolf howl grow along the edge - it seems that the city of Khan.
City,
Between truth and the wind,
Between tomorrow and night
City,
Between lies and light,
Between pain and lines
The city is somehow not very
Not good. Not good...
I want and pricks, and does not give something, and the heart is like in a fist.
And the lost people runs from the city almost without thoughts, lightly.
Sunny bunnies left the house and scattered through the forests.
The city was handsome, today in the city a prison and our city itself is to blame.
City,
Between truth and the wind,
Between tomorrow and night
City,
Between lies and light,
Between pain and lines
The city is somehow not very
Not good. Not good...
Forgive me, I did not want to lose you, but I lose myself.
They were exhausted and failed to either raise it or even just to see.
On the frozen streets, in haggard windows, on frozen areas
There is not a soul, only someone strange and funny, still trying to sing.
City,
Between truth and the wind,
Between tomorrow and night
City,
Between lies and light,
Between pain and lines
The city is somehow not very
Not good. Not good...
I open the windows, the moon pounds in them, looking for a shelter from the void.
The streets are wet and you go along the street one that remained.
Come to me, we will go to the balcony together,
To squeeze the winds in handfuls.
The city emits a long tortured moan -
If you can, the city forgive us.
City,
Between truth and the wind,
Between tomorrow and night
City,
Between lies and light,
Between pain and lines
The city is somehow not very
Not good. Not good...
You see, these squares enveloped the longing - they do not dance on them, do not sing.
You see, these crows are circling over your head and Berenda is waiting for a war.
You hear a wolf howl grow along the edge - it seems that the city of Khan.
City,
Between truth and the wind,
Between tomorrow and night
City,
Between lies and light,
Between pain and lines
The city is somehow not very
Not good. Not good...
I want and pricks, and does not give something, and the heart is like in a fist.
And the lost people runs from the city almost without thoughts, lightly.
Sunny bunnies left the house and scattered through the forests.
The city was handsome, today in the city a prison and our city itself is to blame.
City,
Between truth and the wind,
Between tomorrow and night
City,
Between lies and light,
Between pain and lines
The city is somehow not very
Not good. Not good...
Forgive me, I did not want to lose you, but I lose myself.
They were exhausted and failed to either raise it or even just to see.
On the frozen streets, in haggard windows, on frozen areas
There is not a soul, only someone strange and funny, still trying to sing.
City,
Between truth and the wind,
Between tomorrow and night
City,
Between lies and light,
Between pain and lines
The city is somehow not very
Not good. Not good...
I open the windows, the moon pounds in them, looking for a shelter from the void.
The streets are wet and you go along the street one that remained.
Come to me, we will go to the balcony together,
To squeeze the winds in handfuls.
The city emits a long tortured moan -
If you can, the city forgive us.
City,
Between truth and the wind,
Between tomorrow and night
City,
Between lies and light,
Between pain and lines
The city is somehow not very
Not good. Not good...
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