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Troy

These stones remembered Achilles
This sky was once higher
And then we sat down on soft chairs
Around Paris or Mogadishu
All our heroes have long since died
On the bloody field the grass is shiny
There they are screaming around the shops, drunk and snot-covered
Silver birds flying away into the distance

And spring pulled out its shoots
To close the ragged neighborhoods
Garages where runs are rolled up
Where hacksaws creak on metal
Where loan stalls give away fun
In the morning for a hangover or for work
And someone can see even better from the sky
How do you, senseless people, live here?

And winter has gone, nature will bloom
May lilac on your doorstep
You wanted to leave, so from year to year
Into the golden distance, forgetting the prisons
Vertukhaev, towers, denunciations, gags
But suddenly you see something completely different
And again I agree to remain in the clutches
That doomed Troy

On the way to the tram, through damp faces
You look at the world like a tired wanderer
And what is given will now happen
And why run if you are the chosen one
You will tell everything how the walls broke
How the royal casemates burned
How the rats ran to the sound of the siren
And then ropes were woven into loops

Everything here does not last forever under the evil sun
Neither your dream nor your merits
And wells filled with sand
You, disappointed in each other
Gather handfuls of heavy wind
That's not the smoke of fires on the horizon
This dead wood was set on fire by children
This is not a war on a distant front

If you choose all your roads
Then you would go around here again in circles
And again, erasing my feet into calluses
Through the heat and through the dashing blizzard
And let them tell you that the fire has spread
It will blaze, swirl, run overseas
You will smile, I know, but I was born
In that doomed Troy

Everyone gets to play messiah
Fly away leaning on the armrest
From the sky to see where he was leading Russia
That Zaandam carpenter
And losing something in your soul, wake up
Seeing off the shadow of the little prince
Then, taking off the grins of the masks
We bare our faces

The horizon has cooled, the sky has turned black
And spring rejoiced with delight
And the thin willow reached towards the sun
Schoolchildren wandered from the prom
You looked, maybe it's just a word
Your life - good and bad
But you also agree to be born again
In that doomed Troy