Игорь Лазарев - Снег
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"Snow asks the soul, only snow ..."
Grigory Dange

I don't ask you anything, only snow
On a smoking earth, exposed wounds
On tight counters full
On the gold gold of television screens

In Moscow raven, dirty gray feathers
On the pages of newspapers, on the cover of magazines
On the sculptures of the leaders, on the ruins of the empires
For cold kitchens of empty communal apartments

I'm asking about the snow, and let it go to bed
On the backs and shoulders, shining with a new thing,
All stooped cold passengers
At the canopy of the bus stop

On the horses of Apollo cast -iron cereals
On the lattices of fences, on the pots of azali
On the whiskey of the conductor, on copper pipes
Musicians tired in the concert hall

Reassure us, God, oma wounds for us
Stronged, dress with silver heavenly
Gray city in the lumen of the window frame,
Our Black Duma and Strange Songs

We will see glass containers from the boxes
How to bring stalls and trams on the roof,
All diseases, all complaints and ordeal.
Claires fall, hiding our sins.