Константин Арбенин, Вадим Курылёв - Домовые уходят
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stars, black sky daughter
millions of passwords of the world
in this world we are all like abrasions
at the statues on matte shoulders
but now there's a line at the station
not one to look for an answer
and from those from whom we were stolen
from the Decembrists and from Anna Akhmatovs

is this a dream or a war
the city's teeth have been knocked out again
and around for all time
just exhaust pipes
from newspaper stories in closets
from glass-concrete cold
but in the hope of being warmed somewhere
brownies are leaving the city

Astronauts sleep nervously in silence
in their cosmic cramped graves
and signals from the stars reach
through the silence in the frozen ground
this city is covered in snow
like forgotten directors' dreams
closed in an endless figure eight
in celluloid gray ash

is this a dream or a war
the city's teeth have been knocked out again
and around for all time
just exhaust pipes
from closet stories in newspapers
from glass-concrete cold
but in the hope of being warmed somewhere
brownies are leaving the city

there is a road where there is a cloud of dust
there is a land where planes burn
there is war, where the farewell winds are
the laws of heaven fly around
and, swinging with a piece of biplane
I'm floating on the waves of Eridanus
and it seems to me that I'm changing
a city full of sin to a righteous forest

is this a dream or a war
the city's teeth have been knocked out again
and around for all time
just exhaust pipes
from closet stories in newspapers
from glass-concrete cold
but in the hope of being warmed somewhere
brownies are leaving the city