Текст песни Андрей Федосеев - 7. Гранитные плюсы

Tuesday morning
In the window is a transparent forest
The leaves of the last forces cling to life
Janitor broom
Raking the corpses of those
Who all could not resist and fell from the branch down

We walked past the mirror at one moment -
I and my reflection
I smiled at him, he answered me
And we continued our movement

The door closed, lay on his shoulders
Heavy atmospheric pillar
I gave all my warmth and, going on the run,
Slid between city lights
Along the melting houses
And the reflection, meanwhile, rose behind the easel

Looking up from a pile of priceless papers
I looked out the window - it is necessary to draw
Here is a notebook stretched hand
But not today. Okay. Winter has just begun

Returned home in the evening
Hung a scarf on a nail
Turned on the kettle in the kitchen and warmed up to eat
But suddenly noticed - with a mirror
Something is wrong
Looked - and really, nobody is in it

The reflection from the bedroom told me
Today at lunch the artist died
Only an easel remained in the looking glass
So mirrors keep the memory of the past

After the set days
We drank in silence
In a room filled with hundreds of mirrors
Now many of them
Covered in a sheet
There those who did not become forever rest in peace

Poet and sailor, actor, writer and doctor
Hundreds of others who once died
They drink silently phantoms, hide their eyes
After all, the bass player is already breathing its last.

Under the sheet in all empty mirrors
The picture one will open to a look
Green field in gray crosses
Granite pluses to the horizon