Текст песни Новосельцев Олег - Полночные размышления

(one.)
The time has come to write again.
   Cringed
From waiting pen-
   Stings
Paper, as from the news -
   Heart,
And the pulse is getting faster ...
   Scherzo,

Oh no adagio sounds
   To the souls
Other keys found -
   Listen
Songs out of place
   Mixes
And the feeling - as if hit
   To the mixer ...

(2.) Tell me, my friend, why
    Alien
 A world where in a cluster of little things
    Needs?..
 Forget them in a good way,
    Doors
 Close, with a deadbolt to score -
    The Beast

So as not to penetrate, but to pass
   Past
Yes, our appearance does not turn
   In mime
And so as not to lose relatives
   Kushchi
Verbal images! On them
   Existing

 This world once created
    Well ...
 Last Methodius and Cyril
    Banner
 His erected on that
    Glory
 What became right later
    Glorious -

Yes, "right-glorious," from Luke -
   Stolnoy,
And so crafty "from the hand"
   It’s free ...
But by order, in whose,
   "Flock"
Ready to give for the "worm"
   Kingdom?..

 And, believing that we are “great”,
    Building
 Barriers of the dam for the River;
    Building
 We all go, (and) we go “to bow”
    The world
 But everything is made out of icons
    Myrrh…

(3.)
The darkness is outside the window, and in us is the game
   Sounds:
“Do-ro-ha”, “Ra-du-ha”, “Gora” ...
   In torment
Remember today maybe
   Roots
Drawn from which "life"
   Curtains

Spanning us for a span
   Sense ...
And in a white sheet hurry again
   Thoughts:
That, they say, it’s time to go on the "right"
   “On the left”! ..
But - remembering: without roots do not bloom
   To the tree.