Текст песни Борис Чистый - Ветренно вечером

Windy evening in the city of Gray
Everything along the road is strewn with chalk.
Crossroads light flashing
Bosch paintings in your eyes
Like a reflection of a crazy brain

From St. Petersburg we go to Leningrad
Yes, God does not see that parade
Flickering singing crippled wretched
Stars take revenge on us, judges are strict on us
Wanted higher yes fell at the feet

The stained-glass windows of your eyelids are washed by hail
Faithful spring poisons drunk
That our dreams are empty dreams
February will be thunderous thunder
Cry if tears help here

I carried the same wind without retribution
Again not funny came to me knowledge
I am not a hero, I will not paint
Existent swarm, continuous porridge
I'm under the fifth steel march

I'd use fate to steal my last strength
What for a moment at least become cute
What would give you the warmth of April
What would I say in what I believe
Stop sore time

But what a vicious circle is not straight
You won’t even help me, I know
My voice sounds less loud
I'm sorry tramp, I'm sorry baby
Don’t break me my thin cocoon.

Boris Pure. 1990