Текст песни Юрий Наумов - Песня последнего неба

Yuri Naumov
Violet (1995)
Song of the Last Heaven

Never, never, never, never,
I have not seen this sky before
that like water, like water, like water,
a scalpel cuts right through the nerves
in half this world ...
Look: he's dead tired
be a war of the hemispheres.
Napalm burnt days ...
Their ashes are polar nights,
in which we charm ...

Day, as a tribute, as a distance, as a gift
But damn this hole ...
in it - everything that was yesterday ...
And now a step, as chic, as shock,
like a check, like a shake, like a rustle in the night;
Draws powdered powder
(yours and mine) ...
The Lord is our judge, and these apostles are
just twelve jurors.
But the angel fallen on the field spilled poison
covered our saplings with black soot;
We lost something in the night,
but we have gradually come to terms with the disappearance ...

This whole life is like a tin, like a gesture
like a pole, like a procession to this cross.
None has risen yet ...
The Lord is our judge, and therefore
devil be a lawyer ...
And a black cloud, floating like a boat,
wakes hail, mixed with a bloody sunset,
on the city, that flinching for an instant an electric ramp,
will melt in darkness forever ...

I’ve never seen the sky again
burning as
star sentenced to death.