Текст песни nikemat - бродский - зофья

Intersection was again quiet and empty,
loomed in the shadows black bush .
Watch below shows the hour.
Loomed in the distance headless Christ .
Blackened unfrozen water .
Around could not see any trace .

I think sometimes that night ,
unable to overcome the Snow
or even a quarter or a third of ,
unable to overcome a host of shadows ,
snowfall which extolled ,
provides space for the unknown forces.

So, all was empty and dark ,
I looked a little out of the window ,
in the dark bush ceased to tremble,
trams continued to rattle
away - was trembling flooring.
I slowly lowered the curtain .

Slightly budge white sheets .
Purple mother darned socks,
father repairing my camera.
Flipping through magazines on the bed brother
and the cat purring on air heater .
I silently studied ties .

Was quiet and Polumgla ,
dived into the fur shiny needle
over her glasses glittered in the gloom ,
glistened lenses on the table ,
in the dark cat purr with breathing
tie in the mirror I rustled .

Father repairing my camera,
of magazines smiling brother -
Christmas story of miracles ;
gleaming behind the glass in hours,
swaying bronze oval.
At the mirror , I put on a tie .

I was only lit from the back,
Me features were not visible ,
whitened illuminated hand .
From shoes and to collar
eye movement became quickens
it was time for me to stop .

Ran an arrow through the dial,
of magazines smiling brother,
distance to boot my
light beam , passing into the darkness ,
father's face loomed in the shadows,
darkened photographs of relatives .

I pushed him back the curtain and looked out the window :
whirling snow, but it was not dark ,
circled over snowdrifts lantern
untouched loomed calendar
loomed in the distance headless Spas
Watch below shows the hour.

Gloom and silence reigned ,
was heard in the distance
wool sock running through the needle ,
rustling came from the corner,
I'm tired of repeating the same ,
was time for me to go visit .

And was heard creaking hours
and clanged behind my deadbolt
I quickly turned around and froze :
everyone in the room , who should be locked ?
Father silently dropped the curtain ,
now you can not trust the deadbolt .

The wind blew , and the growing darkness ,
the windows buzzing void
I took because the vents wine
fought in the snow blinded window
and published some light ringing
rang in the hallway phone .

And immediately , pushing the darkness
I ran quickly to him ,
forgetting that I had someone to let go,
forgetting that someone in the guest room
someone behind my sighing .
I took up the phone and immediately heard :

- There will be no more holidays for you
no companions and vases

you will not be at home housing
will not be kissing and lingerie

no birthday cake
you will not be plaguing Fools

will not get you wet dreams in dreams
will not get you any summer or spring

you will not be neither bread nor drink
you will not be at home plaguing

will not get you hands on temples
not cleaning angst

no more wood from the eyes
will not be lonely for you

you will not be suffering and evil
compassion will not heat

you will not be neither happiness nor woes
you will not be neither bread nor water

you will not be crying and tears
will not get you any memory of any dreams

you will not be reliable letters
not be more than the mind.

Eventually drown in darkness .
Blind. You will die in prison.

Past turned their backs
podernetsya reality veil. -

I dropped the receiver on the phone
but said a severed , he said.

I tied the tie , and went out .

Who will survive in walks near the Neva ,
careless , more beautiful than you ,
Charming, well-dressed ,
who you do not track in turnover
with a lovely smile , never
whose heart will not leave a trace,
in someone 's eye flashes blue ,
in whose gaze sprawled Neva
whose black coat and blue
will someday without us
in darkness and in the presence of lights ,
without feeling the presence of shadows ?

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