Текст песни Ёлочные Игрушки и Андрей Родионов - Архитектура

I saw the old city in Norilsk
fantastically scary ancient city
under the black rock, under the dust rusty
abandoned city where the air is harmful

it seemed to me - I am in ruined Peter, even
remembered the words - "To St. Petersburg to be empty"
in front of me was a copy of the Hermitage building
but the windows are with broken glass and chandeliers don't burn anywhere

it is not written, it is oral,
so said to me a spooky palace, my teacher,
next is empty rusty canned street
and white polar night, please note

architects should have worked in Norilsk,
who was arrested in Leningrad,
it must have been the people of those
retain a sense of humor in the eyes of death looking

there should be a bosses wanted to live in a palace
probably here and balls and tricks were
and I'm boiling now in this stone jelly
like an animated robot vally

What would you like to talk to me about?
i just arrived from memorial
there is wind, snow and you can hardly smoke,
yellow dump trucks drive all night

I walk all night, the night is white for good reason
I remember the book of a skilled journalist about the Norilsk natural riches
from which it is not clear where the camps were here
I remember the film Bondarchuk by Strugatsky

it is clear from this film that we have a friend in space
when I finally sniff, he will give me a drip,
be patient for now, the Strugatskys and Bondarchuk tell me,
while minerals are still digging

but I have a scary and angry smile
and I have teeth in my mouth, like the street of old Norilsk,
I sing through the headwind, and it seems to you that I bark
about the last last war of the third, roman