Зимовье Зверей - Тюрьмы
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The city is tired
The city has cooled down
The city fell into oblivion.
Your eyelids are poured by the wind.
That ahead is all yours.
And ahead - as always, kilometers
roads.
City at the feet
Breathing ...

You see how I am suffocating without time
Trying to forget everything that was before us?
You hear how I say goodbye to the trees
Trying to understand where the rest is in the foliage?

But the wind tears off the patch from the walls,
The wind knocks down all points of the reference of truths.
We managed to combine our dials,
But the arrows do not converge in the most important place ...

In city ships -
Only empty holds,
On a distant land -
Only cellars, scurvy and lattices ...
What can I give? -
Only prisons, prisons, prisons, prisons ...
I no longer have
Nothing, nothing behind the soul!

So, learn the Babylonian.
Learn the Babylonian.
Better learn the Babylonian
Learn the Babylonian -

This language is more useful for us to other leisure time.
The flocks of the greyhounds have already learned the trace of the spring.
Nobody needs me until the morning, -
This is mine and your salvation forever.

The night extinguishes the light, the horizon straightens the waves,
Seagulls in the sky are scattered like leaflets.
Our moon is destined to burn out in full,
But it is unlikely that we both will return to the same origins.

In city ships -
Bad luck and adventures.
On the distant land -
Snowfalls, scurvy and lattices ...
What can I give? -
Only prisons, prisons, prisons, prisons ...
I have nothing more, nothing behind my soul.