Святослав Свидригайлов - Я буду один писать альбом
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I will write an album alone
In a deaf village near Bordeaux
hung on Goa Vissarion
I hope he will return later

So far, he catches the hundredth trip
So far he is wrapped in smoke
and I am a creak under the carts
the tenth album I write one

I only drink red wine
I read Baudler at dawn
Dali from the cops but still
Russia always sounds in me

And the songs are written only about her
and breathes easier and warmth
And the heart is heard in silence
Networks are fed from Russians

hung on Goa Vissarion
I hope he will return later
I will write an album alone
In a deaf village near Bordeaux