Олег Атаманов - За Красноярском - столбы
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Behind Krasnoyarsk pillars
Above Krasnoyarsk winds
And between them - a river
Buzzing with pain and wounds

Asphalt flows down like a stream
Bridges rattle with chains
Houses hang like a host
Crosses hang like a cloud

And on the crosses the crows
Without ceasing, scream
As if executioners are marching in formation
Along the pavement

They walk, shaking the crosses
They walk, shaking the houses
And a gray haze creeps
In the desert windows fog

Oh, no!.. All this is like a dream
Like a capricious whim
How long will we have
A wretched collage last

And in black and white tones
To glide over our Souls?!
How long will the melancholy
Slavs dry out their vocal cords

So as not to call each other
So as not to help others
To those who are left alone
To live through this night?!

Oh, no!.. All this is not so
It can't be
Somewhere in the houses
Windows must shine invitingly

Until the Dawn breaks
While the crows scream
And the scum go in a long chain
To the wicked feast

Behind Krasnoyarsk the pillars
Stand as a broken army
And above the pillars they sing
About the New Life of the Land

And, having overflowed its banks
The Heavenly Pulsar hums
A wave is about to run
And the Voices will sound

Any minute from the Fiery Spheres
A Stream will flow to the Earth
My Native Land
So I need a sip of Light

Any minute from the Fiery Spheres
A Stream will flow to the Earth
My Native Land
So I need a Stream of Light