Текст песни Егоров Вадим - Патриаршие пруды

Patriarch's Ponds...
Ducks near the water
froze.
The wind sings a song
ducks dreaming about flight
overseas.
Ducks will fly away soon -
it's so cold here and so
hungry.
A day melts over the ponds
the shadow is melting
Wolanda.

To the Patriarch's Pond
I'll come to the little bench
to grandmothers.
Neither mermaids nor mollusks -
only aging november
side by side.
In the light of the fading day
suddenly entangle me
dumbass
and come out of the water
former Goat settlement
contours.

And I don’t live already
and as if in reality
dreaming of me
that flying to the coveted hell
Margarita circles over
Sivtsev,
tail lifted up like a sword
Hippo pushes speech
throne room
and bent against the wall
under the heel of Satan
Bronnaya.

From such miracles
maybe someone would climb
on the wall,
grace for me!
Yes, just do not see
Masters.
In that shadow valley
may they be for him
vigilant
Patriarch's Ponds,
as a reward for your labors
bitter.

... Evening, going to bed,
smeared red across the sky
pasta.
Will they protect from trouble
Patriarch's Ponds
us with you?
Scratching like a needle
something on my heart
pebble -
I remembered things
whether oil spilled
Annushka ...