Lyrics Александр Розенбаум - Дорога на Ваганьково

Over the snow-covered garden
Lone lantern,
And, like a fresh bruise,
My heart burns my heart.
In this midnight pressing
I have not ordered the way
On Vagankovo ​​cemetery,
Where he lay down to rest.

I will go, hearing others cry
Inquisitorial countries
Past bodies raskoryachnyh,
Past the buck and the saddle.
Will still ring for a long time
Those scaffolding saw ...
I'll go numb
From the greatness of evil.

Dueling Pistols
I discern in the darkness
Two poets are shot
Not on the papal land.
Young officers
Century killers to be known.
Ah, Volodya, Volodenka,
And we blame someone?

And in a scattered look
Near the loop tight
Suddenly flashes Yesenin
Ruschubaya pain.
Mouths are wide open,
I see drunk gentlemen
Over the ruined tablecloth
Velemarian ode

I see huts of Tarusa,
Komarov snow,
Two great Russians
Two friends gods.
The house on the descent Andreevskom,
Where is the board, who lived in it?
But we still hope
In the chest meeting knives.

Visions swim,
And I want to scream -
Born not villains
So how long are we lying?
I stand in front of the "Bank"
I finished my way,
I came to Vagankovo,
Where he lay down to rest.