Текст песни Михаил Щербаков - После холодности безбрежной

After the coldness is boundless,
hopeless, year after year,
after the slow execution,
lingering like a disease, like a song,
you, God knows what kind of fad,
eyes and hands of their hell and honey
suddenly you open to meet
me, who has forgotten who I am.

And I'm silent, breathing hardly.
The heart flares up and goes out.
The hearing does not listen. No hands, no eyes.
The larynx is dead.

So, perhaps, another bird
from the young days in the walls of four,
forgetting the purpose of the wings,
long term lives in confinement,
and when he is no longer a bird,
someone - by accident, by surprise -
opens up his space:
what, they say, do with you! Fly.

But this is amber, mica,
handmade bauble.
What are his flights!
The trouble, trouble ...

And imagine yourself that a prisoner,
not finding on the window of the castle,
from suddenness he will become stupefied
and will step forward, witlessly, through the window -
because when you see the sky
without the slightest spark,
he thinks it's in diamonds.
And this is not all given.

Only - he is a genius or a boghwal -
softer the stones below will not.
Deceived or deceived -
equally disappeared.

Beware of letting go
a madman, a blind man, a singer.
Beware, he is very dangerous,
because it is confused with the abyss.
If you let go, then immediately
regret is deleted from the face,
crush in yourself compassion,
and then - do not be afraid.

You can look with an easy mind,
as he falls, he will smile:
what, they say, do with you! Have to
and indeed fly ...

1992