Текст песни птицами - холмы

Together they loved
     sit on the hillside.
     From there they were visible
     church, gardens, prison.
     From there they saw
     grassland reservoir.
     Throwing sandals into the sand,
     they sat together.

     Hands hugging his knees
     they looked into the clouds.
     Down at the cinema cripples
     waited for a truck.
     Glimmered on the bank slope
     near the bushes of bricks.
     Above the pink spire of the bank
     the crow curled, shouting.

     Cars drove in the center
     to the bath on three bridges.
     The bell tinkled in the church:
     an electrician got married there.
     And here on the hill it was quiet
     the wind refreshed them.
     Around no whistle or scream.
     Only a mosquito was buzzing.

     The grass was crushed there,
     where they always sat.
     Everywhere black spots -
     left their food.
     Cows always this place
     wiped their tongue.
     Everyone knew it
     but they did not know about that.

     Cigarette butts, match and fork
     were covered with sand.
     Black bottle in the distance,
     toed off.
     Hearing hardly a moo,
     they went down to the bushes
     and dispersed in silence -
     like sitting there.

        ___

     On different slopes down,
     happened to go sideways.
     The bushes in front of them closed up
     and parted again.
     Boots slipped in the grass
     water glistened between the stones.
     One reached the path,
     another at the same moment of the pond.

     There was an evening of several weddings.
     (it seems there were two).
     A dozen shirts and dresses
     loomed down in the grass.
     The sunset was already fading
     and the clouds attracted to him.
     Steam rose from the ground,
     and the bell rang all.

     One, grunting, stumbling,
     another, smoking a cigarette -
     that evening they went down
     on different slopes of the hill.
     Down on different slopes,
     space grew between them.
     But terrible, at the same time
     the air shook their scream.

     Suddenly the bushes opened,
     the bushes burst open suddenly.
     As if they woke up
     and their sleep was full of torment.
     The bushes burst open with a howl,
     as if the earth was revealed.
     Before each there were two,
     iron in the hands of moving.

     One ax was met,
     and blood flowed by the clock
     another from a heartbreak
     he died instantly himself.
     The killers dragged them to the grove
     (blood ran down their hands)
     and thrown into an overgrown pond.
     And there they met again.

        ___

     Still making their way to the touch
     to the seats at the table grooms,
     and terrible news on the square
     already brought shepherds.
     Evening dawn shone
     herds of thick clouds.
     The cows in the bushes stood
     and eagerly licked blood.

     Electrician ran down the slope
     and brother-in-law behind him in the bushes.
     Bride downstairs pissed
     stood alone in flowers.
     An old woman, covered by a rug,
     twisted her braid before her
     a drunken wedding next
     for them rushed to the hill.

     The boughs crackled beneath them
     they rushed like delirium.
     The cows in the bushes mooed
     and quickly descended to the pond.
     And suddenly everyone saw clearly
     (reigned around the heat):
     blackened in green duckweed,
     like a door into the dark hole.

        ___

     Who will raise them from there,
     Get from the bottom of the pond?
     Death is like water over them
     they have water in their stomachs.
     Death is already in every word,
     in the stem twined around the pole.
     Death in licked blood
     in every cow death.

     Death in pursuit in vain
     (as if looking for thieves).
     Will now be red
     Mleko these cows.
     In the red, red car
     with red, red paths,
     in a red, red can -
     red water children.

     Death in voices and gazes.
     Death is full collar. -
     So they will pay the city:
     death is hard for them