Феникс - Мёртвый город
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On chrome knitting needles
The sun sits down with a glow.
The evening is naughty.
And there is a cold wind around.
Hits Nastmash, tears clothes,
Brokes all hopes
Whispers about some city,
Where everyone is always young ...

He calls you with him
He knows the price of a miserable life.
Above grave tile
The letters will be unlikely.
Be calm in the mausoleum
Under a large granite roof.
A dead city, he calls you ...

Those who are closer to the road
Mountains-walls, sky-wings
The city beckons to itself
With the onset of sunset
Squeezes without a trace
Dust ashes, and the body is earth ...

He calls you with him
He knows the price of a miserable life.
Above grave tile
The letters will be unlikely.
Night with a blind greedy mouth
Living flesh is torn to pieces
A dead city - be you cursed!

Only once touching
Walls forbidden
The body dries from suffocation
Imperceptibly
Thirst for blood and profit
Rules the body
And the soul strives in the sky
White bird

Dead city, city of wind,
City of fear, the city of ash
The day will pass and the sunset will be proceeded.
From the grave a bird's voice
Flies into the distance and echoes the wind:
"A dead city, be you cursed!"