Текст песни Борис Рыжий - Так гранит покрывается наледью...

So the granite is covered with ice
and stand on the earth of cold, -
this city covered in memory
I want to leave forever.
There will be a warm beer station,
there will be a cloud above your head,
the music will be very sad -
I say goodbye to you forever.
More sky, warmth, humanity.
More black grief, poet.
Talk about eternity
or rather, about what is not.

It was above the Kama winged,
blue and black right there
where the toothless song is free
Mandelstam shouted to the Pushkinists.
Urkagan, having lost his temper, in the vestibule
knocks the window with his fist
(as Grigoriev, walking in the camp)
and stands on the glasses barefoot.
Blood spills over the floor for a long time.
Long dripping blood from a fist.
And the sky bursts into the hole
and lie on the head of the cloud.

I was born - still can not believe it -
in the maze of factory yards
in that country pigeon that shares
thousand years on cops and thieves.
Because diminutive suffixes
I do not like and when they knock
and ask with a smile of vinegar,
I will fulfill the desire of the guys.
Disgust home blouses,
book shelves, father’s photo
summoned by those who squat
sowing, knows how to sit to the end.

Memory dump: miscellaneous, miscellaneous.
As the one who died already said
ugly is beautiful
that cannot fit in the shower.
Too much does not fit.
There are trains at the station -
well it's time. Boy with mom says goodbye.
Know shaved off the disease. "Yes
write at least, son, we’re worried. "
Goodbye is worse than the dawn
than sunset. Well, let's kiss!
More black grief, poet.