Андрей Федосеев - 7. Гранитные плюсы
текст песни

The gray morning of Tuesday
The window is a transparent forest
The leaves of the last forces cling to life
The broom of the janitor is scraped
Singing the corpses of those
Who could not resist all and collapsed down from the branch

We passed the mirror at one point -
Me and my reflection
I smiled at him, he answered me
And we continued our movement

The door closed, lay on the shoulders
Heavy atmospheric pillar
I gave all my warmth and, going to run,
Glided between city lights
Along melting houses
And the reflection, meanwhile, stood behind the easel

Cutting away from the pile of priceless papers
I looked out the window - this must be drawn
Now the note has stretched out a hand
But not today. OK. Winter has just begun

He returned home in the evening
I hung a scarf on a nail
Turned on a kettle in the kitchen and heated to eat
But suddenly noticed - with a mirror
Something yes not right
I looked - and indeed, there is no one in it

Reflection from the bedroom told me
Today the artist died at lunch
Only the easel remained in behind the
So mirrors keep the memory of the past

After the following days
We drank in silence
In a room forced by hundreds of mirrors
Now many of them
Closed in the sheet
Those who I did not

Poet and sailor, actor, writer and doctor
Hundreds of others who once had rested
They drink phantoms silently, hide their eyes
After all, the bass player is already breathing in the incense

Under the sheet in all empty mirrors
The picture one will open to the eye
Green field in gray crosses
Granite pluses to the horizon