Текст песни А. Мирзаян - И. Бродский - От окраины к центру

So I re- visited
     love this place , the peninsula plants
     paradise shops and arcades factories
     paradise river steamers ,
     I whispered again :
     Here I am again in infant larah .
     So I ran back through the Minor Okhta thousand arches.

     Before me a river
     crouched under the stone- coal smoke ,
     behind the back of the tram
     thundered on the bridge unscathed ,
     and brick fences
     suddenly brightened gloom .
     Good afternoon , here we met a poor youth.

     Jazz suburbs welcomes us
     hear pipe suburbs
     golden Dixieland
     black hats lovely , adorable ,
     not a soul and flesh -
     A shadow on the home gramophone ,
     if your dress suddenly planted up the saxophone .

     In a bright red scarf
     and cloaked in the doorways , in the state
     you stand on the mind
     on a bridge near the irrevocable years ,
     clutching the face unfinished glass of lemonade
     and roars behind expensive pipe plant.

     Good afternoon. Come and meet us.
     Until then you disembodied :
     Near new sunset
     driving distance firing web.
     Until then you're poor. So many years ,
     and raced in vain.
     Good afternoon, my youth . My God , how beautiful you are .

     The frozen hills
     tacitly rushing greyhounds
     among red bogs
     beeps occur trainsets ,
     on an empty highway,
     disappearing in the smoke woodlands
     fly taxi aspen and staring into the sky .

     This is our winter .
     Modern lantern looks lifeless eye ,
     before me burn
     dazzling thousand windows .
     Raise up my cry ,
     so the houses he did not encounter:
     this is our winter all can not return back .

     To death if not,
     we do not find , do not find .
     From birth to the light
     every day to go somewhere
     like someone away
     in new plays beautifully .
     Receding all . Only one death we collect .

     Hence , there are no separations .
     There is a huge meeting .
     So someone we suddenly
     in the dark hugging the shoulders ,
     and full of darkness ,
     and full of darkness and quiet,
     we all stand together on the cold shiny river .

     How easy for us to breathe,
     because similar plants
     stranger in someone's life
     we become light and shadow
     or more than that -
     because we lose everything ,
     running back ever, we are death and heaven .

     Here I am again going through
     in the same light paradise - with a stop to the left,
     runs in front of me ,
     closing the palms , the new Eve ,
     bright red Adam
     distance appears in the arches ,
     Neva rings mournfully in the wind harps hung .

     How swift life
     in black-and- white paradise buildings.
     Entwined snakes
     and silent sky heroic ,
     berg
     still shines at the fountain ,
     morning winds snow and flying machines relentlessly.

     Did not I
     three lighted lanterns
     so many years in the dark
     in fragments ran wastelands ,
     and the radiance of heaven
     in crane club?
     Did not I ? Something is changed forever .

     Someone new reigns
     unnamed , beautiful, all-powerful ,
     over homeland burns
     bottled dark blue light ,
     and in front of greyhounds
     rustle lights - on the flower ,
     someone always comes near new homes alone.

     Hence , there are no separations .
     So , we apologize for nothing
     from the dead .
     So no one will return for the winter .
     Only one thing :
     land held by untroubled .
     Unable to keep up. Overtaking - only it is possible.

     Where we hurry
     this hell or paradise ,
     or simply darkness,
     darkness , it's not known
     expensive country
     constant pr