Текст песни Вадим Егоров - Патриаршие пруды

Patriarch's Ponds -
Ducks near the water
They froze.
The wind sings a song,
Ducks dream of flying
Over the sea.
Ducks soon fly away:
It's so cold and so
Hungry.
Over the ponds the day melts,
The day is melting, the shadow is hovering
Woland.

To the Patriarch's Pond
I'll come to the stool
To the grandmothers.
Neither mermaids, nor naiads,
Only an aging November
Side by side.
In the light of the fading day
Suddenly it entangles me
Awesome,
And they will come out of the water
The former goat settlement
Contours.

And already I do not live,
And as if in reality
I dream of me,
That, flying into the coveted hell,
Margarita circles over
Sivtsev.
The tail raised, like a sword,
Hippopotamus pushes speech
Throne,
And she bent against the wall
Under the heel of Satan
Bronnaya.

From the most similar miracles,
Maybe someone would be useful
On the wall,
For me, grace,
Yes, just do not see it
Masters.
In that valley of the shadow
May they remain for him
To Zorky
Patriarch's Ponds,
As a reward for the labors
Bitter.

Evening, going to sleep,
Red on the sky smeared
Pasto.
Whether they will protect themselves from trouble
Patriarch's Ponds
Are we with you?
Scratching, like a needle,
Something on my heart lay
The stone ...
Whether I remembered about the case,
Either oil spilled
Annushka.