Lyrics Александр Непомнящий - Имя

Until the last patron in the fields of flowers
With hopeless joy
Extreme heights, rusty spines of words
Tear, trampling mines, on its own.

Enter the city at dawn and set fire to the house
To start off
Before that, wipe the dust and kill the spider
Before that lay the fire on the bed

And I do not need miracles wandering the glass
And the light is scarlet in me, and victory in person
The abyss looks tired, I'll go anyway
Long shadows swamp after me name whisper
In vain: in the bather's night fern - color tear
Simply and destined and the shadows do not understand
But why do you need my name

Seven wooden steps and a set of nails
On all rooms you will not find a single wall
And from the edge of the rainbow the voices of children
Live and live, if there was no war

If it were not ... It's not fair if the name is one
Any cross has two sides
So eat my bread, drink my wine
As I am yours, and if not, then - I'm sorry

Does not help the fire name, and the sun the moon
Above the autumn words of feathers and the scream of a hawk
And stones, where to lose a head or a horse
And all the names

Through the silent cold snow of white sheets
Lonely black stitch of wolf tracks
Below the rights, beyond the sky, the darkness and the light of the battles
In the world of the eternal North

Anyway, the water will come, hang the storm all in place
Knead us with an eight-winged star at dawn
And a child in the cradle will have a thunderstorm
Skins gray wings are white - everything is like in war

There will be a table, there will be feasts - there's only one there
Only in the puddles of April, the West is dying
West to look for the sun with fire in the daytime
And for some reason one by one for the sun to stand

And I do not need miracles, the moth beats the glass
For scarlet light - thanks and victory in person
The abyss looks tired - I'll go anyway

Long shadows swamp after me name whisper
In vain, in the Kupala night fern-color tear
Simply and destined and the shadows do not understand
But why do you need my name?

And the holy generals threw soldiers
Without a dream on the battlefield alone, hold
In the darkness, the line is blind, without maps
Although behind the bell for a long time to hear the bell

So freely one wanted to be Christ
Only to each account, thirty coins
Issued b, but alive in spite of the winds
People in the middle of ruins and death do not.