Константин Арбенин, Вадим Курылёв - Старые сны
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Scattered dream behind the window screen
Unraveling the fabrics of forgotten melodies
A thief rushing through the attics
Master of the endless night lands
Like pinned to a granite bottom at night
I'm a porcelain doll frightening the day
Here again I remain in a graying delirium
And again I release my shadow into the light
Black League dust on an old window
Words forgotten from childhood remain
And the lessons of fire are like the lessons of winter
Bright white strands on their heads
Who dares to lie down on the cold asphalt?
Between the tree statues of the museum courtyard
To give at least a drop of warmth to this city
To be now, and not just yesterday
Leaving songs are released up
I don't hear starts, I don't see tails
Only a few feathers lie on the ground
How they lie on the ground and other cities
Drawbridges, clockwork houses
Crossed out by snow like old dreams
Will he also melt away along with his dreams?
This city of love, this city of war
And on the dusty glass there is only a trace of minutes
For the hundredth time my time changes its color
When leaving - go away, forgetting - forget
What you know now is no longer there
Through museums of love, through museums of misfortune
The shadows of merciless dreams creep in
Again the white night, extinguishing the days
And forgotten shadows of past centuries
But how merciless old dreams are
In the wells of empty courtyards
And doubts melt in the light of the moon
And time runs out of its banks